I haven't been able to bring myself to post how I've been feeling over the past few weeks, even though that's part of the reason why I actually got a journal
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I must admit, I didn't read all that is behind the cut, but I do want to comment on one thing you wrote. I can't stand being around couples who make out in public! You're absolutely right when you say there's plenty of time to do that later...in private. Why would you not watch a show that you paid to go to? and cause other around you to feel uncomfortable?
Not to worry, I didn't really expect people would want to read such a ridiculously long nonsense post. I think at the time it was more for myself, just to get things out rather than letting them build up even more.
Maybe I'm a bit too practical for my own good, but why would you spend a fair amount of cash on tickets (they weren't cheap), then spend at least three quarters of the show doing something that could quite easily be left till afterwards? Smoochy couples, I hate them. And I'm getting old and bitter!
Don't know if you chanced to read this before, but this here is a brief take on the role football plays in my life. Perhaps the most childlike aspect of my football fandom is that it still hasn't completely dawned on me that I'm not going to play at a World Cup or score a last-minute winner in the European Cup final.
I heard that Jim Noir song in Virgin a wee while back, and it were great.
That older post was very concisely put. I think I'm incapable of describing something without going on for far too long.
Ha, there is always a part of you, no matter how small, that daydreams about having a Solskjaer moment. I think for me realisation will set in around my mid-30s, when I'll try and justify laying the dream to rest by telling myself I've reached retirement age anyway.
And it is rather strange how old memories become tangled with particular games, seasons or players. 1999 will always be a special memory in terms of football, but it has also become inexorably linked to distinctly non-football things that were happpening in my life that were not so joyful. Looking back now these things didn't need to bother me so much, and I realise my energy would've been better spent on more positive things.
I'm always bottling my feelings up and can't really express them very well, although I have tried to do so in my journal.
I dont like being around couples like that in public, particularly if your stuck in a certain postion and its difficult to look away without cricking your neck. I'll have to check out Jim Noir as I do like KT's music.
As for the football well since I'm a Liverpool fan you probably dont want to hear what I have to say :P But I did manage to read it all.
I'd like to think I'm a fairly smart and eloquent fellow when it comes to writing (ah modesty's a wonderful thing), but when it comes to describing my own feelings, I'm pretty rubbish.
Again, the couples! Buckets of cold water should be left at random places for precisely this kind of situation. Get a room for crying out loud!
Liverpool fan? Bah! No, I'm happy for any comment, even if it is to berate my choice of football team! I once got to know a friend of a friend who was Liverpool-crazy. I rather naively thought we wouldn't get on, but we got on like the proverbial house on fire.
I've always struggled to talk to other people about vaguely sensible, real-life stuff, but start up a football conversation and I'm in my element.
Wow, I could never go to a music gig myself. I'm glad you got to go in the end [I read a few posts down there was some mix up with tickets??] had a good time, apart from the distracting smooching couple in front of you of course. That's rather distracing. :/
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Maybe I'm a bit too practical for my own good, but why would you spend a fair amount of cash on tickets (they weren't cheap), then spend at least three quarters of the show doing something that could quite easily be left till afterwards? Smoochy couples, I hate them. And I'm getting old and bitter!
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I heard that Jim Noir song in Virgin a wee while back, and it were great.
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Ha, there is always a part of you, no matter how small, that daydreams about having a Solskjaer moment. I think for me realisation will set in around my mid-30s, when I'll try and justify laying the dream to rest by telling myself I've reached retirement age anyway.
And it is rather strange how old memories become tangled with particular games, seasons or players. 1999 will always be a special memory in terms of football, but it has also become inexorably linked to distinctly non-football things that were happpening in my life that were not so joyful. Looking back now these things didn't need to bother me so much, and I realise my energy would've been better spent on more positive things.
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I dont like being around couples like that in public, particularly if your stuck in a certain postion and its difficult to look away without cricking your neck.
I'll have to check out Jim Noir as I do like KT's music.
As for the football well since I'm a Liverpool fan you probably dont want to hear what I have to say :P But I did manage to read it all.
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Again, the couples! Buckets of cold water should be left at random places for precisely this kind of situation. Get a room for crying out loud!
Liverpool fan? Bah! No, I'm happy for any comment, even if it is to berate my choice of football team! I once got to know a friend of a friend who was Liverpool-crazy. I rather naively thought we wouldn't get on, but we got on like the proverbial house on fire.
I've always struggled to talk to other people about vaguely sensible, real-life stuff, but start up a football conversation and I'm in my element.
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