the other half
I spend so much time complaining about my life and what i'd like to do and never seem to get round to (to myself, I try not to bother other people with my crap) that I sometimes forget that many people have difficult lives. Yesterday I had one those "jeez" moments.
I was on the underground platform at 08:42 on a Sunday morning, along with hundreds of other people in shorts - freezing their arses off - about to go to a race. It dawned on me that I would only be there because of a race or if I had been up all night partying. Then I noticed loads of other people in normal clothes. Awake. On a Sunday before 9 o'clock in the morning. Going places. Jeez.
I was on the underground platform at 08:42 on a Sunday morning, along with hundreds of other people in shorts - freezing their arses off - about to go to a race. It dawned on me that I would only be there because of a race or if I had been up all night partying. Then I noticed loads of other people in normal clothes. Awake. On a Sunday before 9 o'clock in the morning. Going places. Jeez.
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