"Bland is good, bland is safe, bland blends: perfect cover".Thursday night (afternoon?) it seemed rather important to amalgamate my supers. So went to Post Office to get my 5c stamp (as I still had a 50c stamp left over from last Xmas). Thinking to try a quiet area, I went to Boundary Hotel and got a bottle of Coopers Red, where I had my usual reaction to them trying to roll the bottle ... As it was warm I did contemplate a Mercury Dry, but decided that Coopers was the way to go, being the Boundary and all. Anyway, sitting o/s quietly, sipping beer, realised that I was missing a few vital statistics, such as my membership number, etc. Next thing I know, bloke slides onto chair opposite, and says 'Hi John' - was Ben, of all people! Turns out that he was sitting at the next table with Ouvre, Greigor, and Collene!!!
Banks, I. (2009) Transition. London : Little, Brown. p 15
"How many times have you tried to talk to someone about something that matters to you, tried to get them to see it the way you do? And how many of those times have ended with you feeling bitter, resenting them for making you feel like your pain doesn't have any substance after all?Then it was Friday, TGIF, sweet glorious Friday. 'Free dress Friday' at work, in support of Movember. Except it was not so 'free' - email comes to floor with link to Centrelink policy page. No t-shirts, nothing with slogans or logos, no bike shorts, so am quite unsure how it differs from 'normal' dress? Except you get to wear jeans, instead of dress pants. After work, stripped off jeans to reveal my elegantly muscled, deeply tanned (except for that distinctive tanline) bike knick clad legs, and jumped onto my faitful Giant Yukon to pedal into town to meet JimE for a couple of beers. Where he told me has some music/mixes on SoundCloud for listening and downloading. Then went to buy and Apple iPod Shuffle, 2GB and in black. JimE wanted me to get it in pink, and I did consider it (briefly), but went for the black. Back home, plugged it in to charge, made a paejella inspired dish-fried onions/garlic in oil from anchovie jar, added potato, coriander, carrot, mixed in rice, stirred in some miso, added two chicken legs, water, and turned it down low to let it slowly simmer. Stirred it twice, but 20 mins later was eating it. Anyway, took some into Inspire Bar, where I ran into Ben and Sean, so stayed for a beer. Which ended up with a trip to Boundary Hotel to see Donnie do his thing. The action was out the back, in the Smoking section, where was Aidan. Coming back with some drinks, ran into a girl, who was Jenny. Who told me about coming home one day to find her b/f at the time Phil in bed with her friend at the time Rachael. Who was my Ray. But then was dragged o/s by her sister's b/f for fond farewells, and I never saw her again that night ... :( Interestingly, earlier JimE has spoken of that Kundra (not that he referenced Kundra) feeling of the 'Incredible lightness of being' and I suddenly felt I grasped that sensation a little better ... ;)
Like when you've split up with someone, and you try to communicate the way you feel, because you need to say the words, need to feel that somebody understands just how pissed off and frightened you feel. The problem is, they never do. "Plenty more fish in the sea," they'll say, or "You're better off without them," or "Do you want some of these potato chips?" They never really understand, because they haven't been there, every day, every hour. They don't know the way things have been, the way that it's made you, the way it has structured your world. They'll never realize
that someone who makes you feel bad may be the person you need most in the world. They don't understand the history, the background, don't know the pillars of memory that hold you up. Ultimately, they don't know you well enough, and they never can. Everyone's alone in their world, because everybody's life is different. You can send people letters, and show them photos, but they can never come to visit where you live.
Unless you love them. And then they can burn it down. "
Smith, M. (1994) Only forward. New York : Bantam Spectra. pp 195/6
Would like to know where Jenny is though!
