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It’s coming up to the end of 2005, there’s two minutes to go. Mum has two minutes left of 2005 to finish the laundry, my brother has two minutes left to finish an hours episode of 24, and I am reading about the rubber band method of goat castration. Something is wrong.
Recently I have found myself coming to the point where I’m trying to find myself. I seem a little more perplexed in some areas than others. Where skilled knowledge was needed before, I have it now, but I have found that it does not contain the answers I want.
When I was 4 years old, I considered being a nurse but denounced the idea after 2 weeks. At 9 I wanted a job where I could travel and see more of the world, at 11 I considered working with computers at some level, at 13, to travel to some extent and something to do with wildlife, at 14 it was zoology, at 16 marine biology, at 17 oceanography, at 18 I got lost and found myself in the world of computers, programming and multimedia, and now? Now I am having trouble identifying where I could have a career where the years will be the longest and yet shortest of my life.
People usually plod on, but now I have a identity crisis of who I am, what I want, what was I before? What am I trying to get to be? I probably sound a little like a young bearded wannabe philosopher, smoking pot, calling those closest to me dude or dudette and quite skilled at the digeridoo, but it’s not so simple as that.
I must have been smoking some strange business and I don’t even smoke.
Today I took advantage of the family make shift gym under the stairs and proceeded to do 300 steps on a stepping machine, which took me ages (10 minutes) for some reason, the steps were heavy. Then I moved onto the exercise bike and stayed on that for 20 minutes. I then decided to stop as exercise hasn’t been a regular occurance recently. I checked on the clock and it turns out I was travelling at approximately 15 Mph which I didn’t think was bad. At 15 Mph it would take me coming up to my parents from London, covering a distance of 248 miles, approximately 16.5 hours to get here. Not counting breaks, that of course is not a likely figure, but interesting still the same.
WARNING: Minor Whirlpool bashing follows here…
I called up the support service after waiting 7 months for a concrete element that was finally fixed last week, come this week, it is a tube I am waiting for. A black little rubbery thing that I am informed needs to be picked in Italy and shipped over. I made a provisional appointment to try and fit in the fix before the holiday looms. Unfortunately, mister engineer never came on the appointed day and nobody called to tell me that nobody was coming. I sat at home twiddling my thumbs all day.
Did You Know?: Washing clothes by hand is back breaking work.
Life in the Undergrowth has been a very interesting series of documentaries to follow. In particular the arachnid, so many different techniques of hunting and all I can see represented in the human world. Netting techniques, booby traps and even the odd thief. I have now, a new found respect for the hunter arachnid. I hope that my respect for those who hunt to catch their food will overcome my next squeamish encounter.
