The voice of reason spoke to me through the medium of Mr 747 yesterday.
I got to hand it to the guy – he's a sensible chap. Besides being hysterically amusing, (fuck he was on form on Saturday, Jesus. Hangover Humour obviously works for him, because he was just rolling out the one liners like it was nobody's business.)
Anyway, besides being funny, serious, fun, and loving any music with more than 3 000 beats a second (ie: Disko Kandi is in his CD player), he managed to talk me out of doing something rash and volatile yesterday. This is not to say I won't do it, but I'll at least sit on it a while and think about it first. "Don't get too tense...buy a caravan."
But the nicest thing was he said he'd still back me up if I did do it. Bless. That kinda meant a lot.
(His workmates...Howdy hi. Stop chirping him.)
Also, when I was freaking out about my job status, he managed to throw in some positive reasoning about it. It's good to know – mostly because I'm very unreasonable sometimes so this definitely helps.
You know when you get hot-headed about something, and steam blows out of your ears and you think you're just going to explode if you don't actively do something, and your dogged-determination and fiercely stubborn nature makes you just the most unreasonable person on the planet? (I'm only unreasonable when I'm pissed off - generally I'm pretty sensible, I swear.)
I'm more content with life on a general scale than I've been in a very long time. Maybe it's because summer is here, the flowers are out, the music is good, and the gin and tonics are cold. I don't have many complaints right now, except for the usual like being overworked, Joburg traffic and I'm paler than a Scandanavian who's lived beneath the Earth's crust his whole life.