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Self analysis. Things I am currently feeling:
Slightly cold in my shoulder blades. This can be easily remedied by leaning for five or ten minutes against a moderately heated radiator. I forsee no long term problems.
Somewhat itchy on the sole of my left foot. Time with doubtless heal this minor malady, as will removing my slipper and sock and rubbing said foot about on the carpet slightly.
Replete with vegetable curry. No actions needs to be taken on this score.
Quite stupid in the brain. I feel this often and there are not unreasonable grounds for it. Mostly at this present point in time it is due to my having been exposed in turn to young people in possession of a dozen A* graded GCSEs and other people with four spanking good A-levels and places in very good universities. And useful minds. Really this does not matter unduly. Such people do not represent the bulk of the population, and if they did, what of it? I am in theory more than able to rise above my Petty Seething Jealousy. In the distance, a kettle boils over.
Old. Old and a bit rubbish. Not relatively speaking, but very old for a hideous overgrown child-beast creature. Can I warn you what I did wrong in case you know any other young people in danger of doing the same? In my desperation to keep everything the same as it always had been - which is a seriously bad foundation for grown-up life - I waited for someone to tell me that I couldn't go to my home university and had to move out of the house, because without anybody's saying that, I would have totally lacked the motivation and guts and things to leave of my own accord. Sadly, no-one said anything of the sort, and so I'm still here at the age of nearly 26 with little notion of how to be an adult. My advice is not to assume your parents are cruel people.
Quite the fool. Sometimes I kind of want to break my face.
A bit whingy.
In need of a haircut. Perhaps at the end of the month.
Thirsty. I don't feel thirsty at all, but it's as well to pretend so that I might remember to drink sometimes. My lips are quite dry though.
Nasally uncongested. Hurrah!
Slightly cold in my shoulder blades. This can be easily remedied by leaning for five or ten minutes against a moderately heated radiator. I forsee no long term problems.
Somewhat itchy on the sole of my left foot. Time with doubtless heal this minor malady, as will removing my slipper and sock and rubbing said foot about on the carpet slightly.
Replete with vegetable curry. No actions needs to be taken on this score.
Quite stupid in the brain. I feel this often and there are not unreasonable grounds for it. Mostly at this present point in time it is due to my having been exposed in turn to young people in possession of a dozen A* graded GCSEs and other people with four spanking good A-levels and places in very good universities. And useful minds. Really this does not matter unduly. Such people do not represent the bulk of the population, and if they did, what of it? I am in theory more than able to rise above my Petty Seething Jealousy. In the distance, a kettle boils over.
Old. Old and a bit rubbish. Not relatively speaking, but very old for a hideous overgrown child-beast creature. Can I warn you what I did wrong in case you know any other young people in danger of doing the same? In my desperation to keep everything the same as it always had been - which is a seriously bad foundation for grown-up life - I waited for someone to tell me that I couldn't go to my home university and had to move out of the house, because without anybody's saying that, I would have totally lacked the motivation and guts and things to leave of my own accord. Sadly, no-one said anything of the sort, and so I'm still here at the age of nearly 26 with little notion of how to be an adult. My advice is not to assume your parents are cruel people.
Quite the fool. Sometimes I kind of want to break my face.
A bit whingy.
In need of a haircut. Perhaps at the end of the month.
Thirsty. I don't feel thirsty at all, but it's as well to pretend so that I might remember to drink sometimes. My lips are quite dry though.
Nasally uncongested. Hurrah!
