“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful to have a friend like George. He helped me realise that I was doing the right thing even when the situation was futile. He stayed positive and made me understand that I had choices and that whichever direction I went I would be ok.
Back to handwriting again for a while – just to see how things go! Well, lots has occurred once again in the last ten days and too much for me to describe in detail but briefly.
Me and Bronwyn babysat for Chrissy while she went skiing (practising for her trip to America). I went back to work, though just driving for now and I’ve been continuing with physio.
We’ve had a few frank discussions this week as we’ve both been a bit pissed off with each other at times though I’m confident now that we can sort them out.
We went to see Schindler’s List with Kerry. What a brutal movie that is. Went after to a beautiful Thai restaurant.
Yesterday we went to Southampton and recorded the poem ‘Friend’ for Thirst’s 7″.
I’m here now writing this and chasing monster fleas around the room. They are huge! More details as they happen.
This week has been fantastic. I’m so in love with life. I found a couple of Steve’s letters – one about Fuck Around and one about the time he and the guys all came down from Southampton. In that one, he says something like – all these experiences waiting to be had, all these people waiting to be met. He also says he is fed up with cynicism. Exactly how I feel too.
In these two short letters, he opened up to me more than anyone, he even thanks me for being there for him to write to. He was very honest and that earned him my respect.
I’ve not heard from Fatty since our move and I’m not inclined to get in touch with him. I don’t know exactly where he lives or his new phone number. Rob thought he might get in touch about the disco tonight but I can’t really see it! I wouldn’t mind taking him to Southampton but I don’t want to come under the effect of his black outlooks. Maybe he’s changed but I think he may be upset with me and doesn’t want to get in touch. He doesn’t want to sort things out and be my friend. Ha! It makes me wonder why he would think that I’d think he was my best friend?
While he stands still I want to move forward and I’m sorry if that means leaving you behind. Take care mate, whatever you’re doing.
Sat here listening to Cardiacs and my life seems so full of joy! Can’t wait for more.
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