Treading water.
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I know what ya mean rasko. On the weekend i had an unexpected visit from a friend from school i hadn't seen or heard from for 3 years. We used to be like the best of pals back then. His girlfriends mum was running the London marathon so he was in town and gave me a random call.
I heard he moved into a house 1 mile from where his parents live with his grilfriend. A mortgage and everything. Next year he's getting married. This girl we both knew from school. And he still knew everyone I used to from that old shit-hole near leeds. Filled me in with all this gossip of all these people i vaguely remember. I took him to Shoreditch for a drink or two, and he kept saying "so many bufty's round here. Why they all go mullets? Fuckin hell, there's a lot of foreigners about the place. Is this your local then?"
I asked him if he ever considered leaving that town. But he said no. His life is there, he likes having all his friends around, and he's getting married. And he has some dull job pushing paper for the council, where he's been working for 4 years. He's 23. I looked at him and thought - i'm glad i'm not you.
Different folks, different strokes i guess.
But seriously, it's all hard. Whether you're stuck in a mundane uninspiring existence where you're trying to forget how temporal everything you value is, or if you're wandering the cold miserable streets of London looking to score some weed.
Your life is how it is because this is the way things were always meant to be.