As quandaries come, there are none bigger than the inner conflicts of the self. I think it was the clash that penned the immortal song “Should I stay or should I go?”, elaborating on the consequences of both actions, weighing up the pros and cons of the dilemma! But did they come up with a solution? Did the song offer a solution to their problem? Well my problem is basically the same, Should I stay or should I go?, if I stay there WONT be trouble, nor change, nor the excitement of adventure. But if I go, oh boy, if I go, there is bo telling what could happen. Good OR bad,
I’ve done it a few times now, upped and left, but this time I have the advantage/ disadvantage of having “Stuff”, before I had my clothes I wore and a backpack filled with dreams! Unfortunately traveling alone with a backpack now seems to evoke a feeling of impending doom and a rather load bang! As I still mulling these thoughts through my caffeine addled head, I realise I’m staring into space, wondering why the others around me are looking my way? Maybe it’s the melodic chanting I’m doing, or just maybe the wild look on my grinner!
Wow, just experienced MASSIVE déjavue (not sure if that’s right, but I’m going with it) anyway, I’ve flaunted the advice given to all Americans,(you know, those free citizens of the western caliphate!) and travelled to a crowded shopping mall! (That will be the metrocentre then) life is going on here, uninterrupted (apart from the omnipresence of the local gendarmes everywhere I look, but it DOES look like the same copper every time. Am I being followed?). The British shopper seems unperturbed about the mess that the rest of the world has gotten itself into (as long as they can grab a bargain or a gift certificate, they’re happy) and with Black Friday approaching like a meteor from a distant galaxy, there isn’t a thing we can do about it, remember last years riots in Tescos?