Something strange happened on Friday I forgot to mention.
Generally strange stuff has been happening.
1)As we walked out of New Friday Drinking Spot on Friday, I passed Gareth Cliff as he was walking in.
We all kind of ignored him (well some people did, except me, because I like The Cliffmeister), and we went to stand outside. Not 30 seconds later, this solid steel scaffholding window bar all but falls the fuck down.
Like, clean off the window someone had all but stupidly glued to the wall.
Gareth Cliff basically missed his death by about 25 seconds.
You hear that Gareth? You nearly got flattened like a pancake bro, and you didn't have the faintest idea.
Yeah. So that.
Then, my New Friend walks out ten seconds after it falls. So ten seconds earlier, he would've been flattened too. Fucking hectic china. I thought this kind of shit only happens in disastrously unvideo-able versions of Punk'd.
2)My best mates have all said that I am looking different. They all say I'm looking hot and lovely (which is utterly great and kind of them), but, seriously?
I have obviously been doing something right! I think. It just feels a bit strange. That everyone else has noticed some kind of change, and not just me.
3) Which brings me to point 3. I made a hard decision on Sunday. As a result, I had knots in my stomach and a sleepless night, because I really had to think hard about this. It was a tough decision to make; not easy in any sense of the word. Usually I'm ruled by impulse decisions. If they're hard, I just heavily rationalise it all so that I make the decision that is ruled by my heart. (The rug as a prime example).
And often it's been the wrong decision.
So for the first time in ages, I made an emotional decision ruled by the head. It was one of the most uninstinctive things I've done in a while. But this who I am now, a fucking strong bird.
I am. I am sometimes too strong for my own good.
And being that way is sometimes not as easy as it looks.