Writer. Slytherin. Trying to find his place in the world as someone who can bring fun and entertainment to people.
I tried to read a Murakami book while tired and ended up reading one from a parallel dimension
If you could befriend a concept then I am BFFs with sleep. What the evolutionary reason sleep exists literally no-one knows for sure, but whatever reason it might be...Sleep...Sleep is good.
I couldn't be early to something
If there's one skill I'm glad I picked up as a teenager it was the knowledge that being early to something is pretty pointless.
I couldn't be Rapunzel
I finally got a haircut after going through three lockdowns. I got my haircut only once in that time, I believe, at the hands of my wonderful girlfriend. Today, I shocked and surprised her when my long flowing, tangly locks were shawn off.
I couldn't be part of my university's Comedy Society
The other day I was giving someone advice about going to uni, or at least, some of the things not to do. In hindsight I feel I could have crushed it a bit harder, but there's always the whole being depressedddddd thing. One of the things I definitely recommended was to check out the sports and societies. I didn't go to many and the ones I did were so categorically me I both found my people and felt isolated from others.
I couldn't be Paul Sheldon (The author from Stephen King's Misery)
The other week I got surgery on my toe. A year back I had fucked up my big toe dropping a weight on it. It wasn't even in the gym, it was one I had bought to lift at home. And it wasn't even while I was working out, it was while I was moving out of my old place.
I couldn't be a primary school nurse
The other week I had First Aid Training. It had somehow been three years since I last did it (I guess First Aid certificate validity dates don't extend because of pandemics), but this time it felt much more rewarding and helpful.
I couldn't be a vampire
Okay, fuck it, hear me out here. I'm nocturnal. The perks of having a video game addiction and working a job where hours are all over the place, but mainly skewed towards the evening. As much of a night owl as I can be - and hell, I've pushed the barriers of messing with circadian rhythms further than I would have liked over time - I couldn't be a vampire. A night bat if you will.
Lights flickered in and out of life at the old Branwich Pier. An often-overlooked seaside destination, Branwich prided itself for unusually flat terrain and ocean views that reached out to infinity. Its beach wasn’t exactly award-winning and the water wasn’t that magical transparent blue some beaches impossibly had, but those who lived there and those who dared to go there knew there was no other place on the coast like it.