I'm doing what I said I wouldn't do. I'm buying the presents I said I wouldn't buy.
Stumbling around the inside of a shopping centre with corridors like a maze and no discernible exits.
It's far too warm and it's crowded with people who seem to be like this all year round, as far as I can tell.
I find myself going around in circles, not really sure about my choice of venue for shopping or what I'm actually looking for. It's a pattern I've followed for as long as I can remember.
I never learn.
I'm lucky. I see something that catches my eye and I make the purchase. Time to get out.
My sense of direction is second only to my sense of work ethic, dodgy at best.
Finally after somehow going round it twice, I find the exit and make it outside into the winter evening.
Cars, Christmas lights and the bustle of a city going slightly off kilter due to a week worth of festivity heading its way.
I'm on the train and looking in to the darkness. I'm usually on an earlier one but Christmas buying has changed the game.
There's no sunset and outside of the stations, no lights other than those of distant houses or the closer ones of farms and the odd level crossing,
Suddenly I'm tired. Not the proper full on time for bed tired but the my eyes want to close and I'll miss my stop tired. I'm being lulled by the rhythm of the tracks coming up through the floor and right in to the core of me. I could just surrender, go with the feel of it, wake up where I will. What's the worst that could happen?
I don't though. I wake up and think about the people I'm working with at the moment.
Everyone has a different story but there's only a limited amount of ways to read them because the system works that way. The one size fits most solution still only fits most. Different people who've found themselves in a situation that needs to be sorted out in a way that perhaps doesn't mean them reaching the expected respectable destination but one that's right for them.There's always talk of individual journeys but it's never really meant in any other way than get them into a job.
You get a job and everything else just melts away, no more problems because you're like everyone else. What more could you want?
It's always a bugbear for me. Just help them back onto the right track , let them sort it out themselves.
I'm fully awake now and I'm off the train.
Back towards home, bearing gifts and more a wise man than when I left this morning.
Stumbling around the inside of a shopping centre with corridors like a maze and no discernible exits.
It's far too warm and it's crowded with people who seem to be like this all year round, as far as I can tell.
I find myself going around in circles, not really sure about my choice of venue for shopping or what I'm actually looking for. It's a pattern I've followed for as long as I can remember.
I never learn.
I'm lucky. I see something that catches my eye and I make the purchase. Time to get out.
My sense of direction is second only to my sense of work ethic, dodgy at best.
Finally after somehow going round it twice, I find the exit and make it outside into the winter evening.
Cars, Christmas lights and the bustle of a city going slightly off kilter due to a week worth of festivity heading its way.
I'm on the train and looking in to the darkness. I'm usually on an earlier one but Christmas buying has changed the game.
There's no sunset and outside of the stations, no lights other than those of distant houses or the closer ones of farms and the odd level crossing,
Suddenly I'm tired. Not the proper full on time for bed tired but the my eyes want to close and I'll miss my stop tired. I'm being lulled by the rhythm of the tracks coming up through the floor and right in to the core of me. I could just surrender, go with the feel of it, wake up where I will. What's the worst that could happen?
I don't though. I wake up and think about the people I'm working with at the moment.
Everyone has a different story but there's only a limited amount of ways to read them because the system works that way. The one size fits most solution still only fits most. Different people who've found themselves in a situation that needs to be sorted out in a way that perhaps doesn't mean them reaching the expected respectable destination but one that's right for them.There's always talk of individual journeys but it's never really meant in any other way than get them into a job.
You get a job and everything else just melts away, no more problems because you're like everyone else. What more could you want?
It's always a bugbear for me. Just help them back onto the right track , let them sort it out themselves.
I'm fully awake now and I'm off the train.
Back towards home, bearing gifts and more a wise man than when I left this morning.
Now that's what I'm talking about.
ReplyDeleteGood work man, never forget that we're all trying to basically do the same thing for basically the same people.
Bunch of savages in this town sir, bunch of savages.