Look Into My Eyes

Someone once said that they wanted my eyes. I was reluctant, as one would be, but considered the options nevertheless. What was I going to get in return? What were they planning to do with my eyes? What would I do without them? Where does one acquire new eyes? These were all of the questions that didn't go through my head as I sat on a bed with a long-lost female friend. I look back on that now and wonder (a) why do I remember her saying this to me? and (b) was she only in it for the eyes? I remember her saying it to me because I remember lots of useless things. Was she only in it for the eyes? I've never heard of that before, but knowing my luck it was probably as good as I was going to get.

Angel on the Train

I've been meaning to write this post for a while. At the same time, I think I've written this post time and again without knowing it. I'll keep it short because I'm pretty tired. I was on the train earlier coming back from 5s. The train is always busy on a Wednesday and getting on at the first stop after the two major stations invariably means that I have to stand. So there I stood, ankles aching and knees pulsing. Out of the corner of my eye (lies - she was right in front of me) was a beautiful girl - classically beautiful. To give you an idea, she looked like Michelle Monaghan (of 'Heartbreak Kid' with Ben Stiller). Shame she was sitting next to at dork who she appeared to be fond of.

Michelle Monaghan: classically beautiful.

This was the kind of guy who wears lanyards (note the plural) and tight jeans. In terms of his most distinguishing feature, he looked a little bit like I did when I was taking my first tentative steps in puberty: spotty with a bad hair style. OK, so the latter remains a common part of my appearance but this guy looked like he should have been in school uniform rather than skinny jeans and a Ralph Lauren jumper - yes, I'm pretty observant. I think you get the picture that I was feeling jealous for the duration (about 20 minutes) of my train journey with love's young dream. Jealously is a cruel mistress.

The reason why I opened this post by saying that I've been meaning to write this post for a while is not because I've seen this girl before. No, it's because I've often found myself in situations with an 'angel' but never found the need to write about it. To be honest I was looking for a post to write tonight because I've only written law stuff today - this girl (or at least my similar experiences) seemed like a good topic to go for.

We've all done it when we've been on a train or in a coffee shop. It's often good fun to take a few minutes out of your life to wonder what might be before realising that yours is the next stop and it's time to alight back to reality again.

Thanks for reading,

Martin.

Baby, Baby, Baby? No

Until about six months ago I didn't really have to deal with people. Prior to getting a job I didn't ever have to talk to people that I didn't know except at university or, well, in fact that was the only time really. I'm the kind of person that tries to cut down as much as possible on potentially irritating conversations - i.e. small talk. Two examples: I use the ticket machine at the train station instead of getting my ticket on the train and always use the self-serve machines in shops - as irritating as they can be, anything is a step up from someone talking about the weather. Imagine my disgust when I found myself on the other side of the counter talking about how cold it is outside to hundreds of strangers! That's not what I'm here to talk about today though - I'm happy with the way that I talk to people. The topic of today's post is more about a certain type of person that I occasionally serve - the young parent.

The Valentine's Routine

I've started writing this Valentine's Day post two or three times now and each time it just sounds like I'm moaning about being single. The furthest I got into it was a story about a couple I saw the other day saying goodbye to each other. As they went their separate ways, the woman wiped her lips and the man had a spring in his step. However I realised that this observed contrast in post-kiss reactions didn't go so much to the heart of my dislike for Valentine's Day - it went much deeper. The moral of the story (which took up two or three paragraphs so you'll be glad that it's been dropped) I found was this: in a relationship it is often the case that the two people are not on the same page. It's quite sad and results in weeks and months of people's lives being lived under false pretenses. However, that isn't what I wanted to write about so I've cut it short(er) so I can get on with the task in hand.

An Induced Dream and a Face from the Past

With sleep deprivation (eventually) comes a good night's sleep. With a good night's sleep comes some very realistic dreaming. These are not things that I get a lot - that is both a good night's sleep or realistic dreams - but when they do come around they are invariably interesting. Take the one that I had the other night. I'll set the scene a little below in terms of the 'real world' build up to this dream but the gist is that I was in a group of people hiding from something and I was seeking solace in an old friend - an ex to be precise. If that doesn't want to make you put down OK and Hello! and pick up your copy of Freud then I don't know what will!

Cruel Cycle or Nasty Habit?

So I said that I would write tonight and then I looked at the time. It might be early for some people but the way my days go, 11pm is getting close to the time when I stop to function and start to hear voices telling me to go to bed - that might just be me talking to myself again though. I might have taken a little bit of artistic license there though because it's not yet 11 as a start to write this post, so if I get a move on I'll be in bed before I fall asleep on my laptop.

Tonight's post is a bit of a repeat. You know when you look at the TV guide to see what's on, think there's a new series of your favourite programme, only to see the damn little 'R' at the top, ripping your dreams into shreds? Well that's pretty much the gist of this post which is about my constant flips between productivity and stagnation. If you think you have read this post before then I'm sure there's a repeat of Top Gear or Mock the Week on Dave that you've seen 3 times already that you might prefer to see for a 4th rather than read my dross - please stay, I don't have adverts (yet).