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An Unexpected Diversion
I am, by nature, a pretty organised person, generally more anal than the cast of a Treasure Island porn DVD, and I kind of like routines and distrust spontaneity. In fact, generally if anything disrupts or upsets my day’s framework I get mintier than a spearmint condom and go round the place looking for a puppy to kick. That’s the sort of guy I am.
But I recognise this, and I chastise myself for it frequently, generally allowing myself to spiral as a result into a cycle of self-irritation and loathing that is so typical of my particular brand of inexplicable fuck-wittery.
Now my routine of a morning usually consists of rising, wondering if the cat wants feeding yet, realising we don’t have a cat, getting dressed, cleaning teeth, checking emails/Facebook and then reluctantly sloping off for the bus.
Friday I must have done all of this as usual, but since I rose late and hadn’t really woken up my reluctant sloping for the bus took on a more urgent pace when I saw the 133 waiting at the bus stop and decided to go for it, power-mincing my way with extreme haste towards the hated omnibus.
So quite how I ended up on the 159 I really have no idea.
I can only assume I was more tired than I thought. It was only two stops down – I think between Hazell Dean and Boy Krazy – that I heard the words “Marble Arch” announced and found myself wondering why my bus thought it was headed in that direction.
Three stops later it suddenly occurred to me that maybe I was wrong and the bus was right.
A slight blip of irritation tried to attract my attention but I think I was too tired even for that and it drowned, unloved, in a sea of high-camp nonsense. Instead I just thought “meh”, settled down, and decided to enjoy the change of scenery.
Oddly, not only was the central line practically deserted when I joined to correct my course, but having gone so far out of my way I still somehow managed to arrive at work earlier than normal. And I felt oddly invigorated by seeing a different set of buildings glide past for a change.
So there we are. Clearly I’m mellowing in my old age.
This Friday I’m going to see if I can get to work via Porthmadoc. Wish me luck!
Posted on February 23, 2010 | Filed Under My So-Called Life
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