tales from an ordinary world

1999-08-09

Everybody knows what's going wrong with the world
But I don't even know what's going on in myself.
The The, Slow Emotion Replay.

It's a confusing world out there, especially on a Monday. And there's a lingering sense of, well, unfinished business. But I can't do anything about that, so I shouldn't really be worrying about it. Nor should I be worrying about other people's arguments. I don't need to get involved...

I did the Fawkner Park circuit for lunch, taking a CD with me (from which I quote above) so I could drown out the voices of the passing business people talking shop amongst the trees. Get them away from me. At least for today.

A very relaxing evening was followed by me finding that I had to do the radio show all alone - Anthony just didn't turn up, and Tom was busy organizing some campus band night that didn't end up being broadcast after all. I made some lame attempts at talking about a bit of net news (I'd managed to do a small amount of research), but mostly stuck to playing music. *shrug*. I wasn't particularly bothered, and it kept the night a bit low key, which was more what I could cope with.

So yes, it's a confusing world in Melbourne Town tonight. A lot of friends seem to be dealing with inner things at the moment. Whether it matters to them or not, I do care. I worry about each of them in turn. I'd like to think I could help them all, but all I'm really good at doing is listening. That only helps so much. I have my own inner things to deal with too, but it's a long, protracted battle that never really matches up to others' problems, as I sometimes get reminded. But that's fine. I know what she was trying to say, and I understand. I think.