tales from an ordinary world

2000-03-14

My life is, seemingly, listening to cheesy indie pop tunes on breakfast independent radio. Sighing at the paper stands advertising a free Ferrari poster (and thinking that there might once have been a time when that would have excited me). Watching the 7am tram crowd and noticing that it's been a while since I was up this early - the people have changed.

People seem to find me valuable at the moment, saying things like :

You are very good at getting things done and making things work
and you don't make enemies
these are all valuable assets

I guess all that's true - I mean, I certainly try to do those things. But like, why is it all coming out now ? What changed to make people offer me all these jobs and other things ?

Just before going home I stared off at a building on the other side of St Kilda Road through my red-tinted glasses. The clouds passed over it quickly, and with the right kind of eyes you could be just about anywhere, staring at the top of some random building as the clouds passed over like in one of those sped-up videos. I couldn't help feeling a small sense of loss at the opportunities I'd just turned down, but at the same time I felt better having chosen happiness (or mental well-being, or something) over money, even if it would've helped my current circumstances somewhat. I guess I should end this with "having a guilty conscience sucks sometimes", but I know that's not really true. Maybe it's what makes me so valuable to people ? I don't know.

Melbourne made me. I guess it'll continue to do so for a while...

Oh yes. The photos are more or less ready.