Mike asks "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?"
I'm tempted to say
Caught in a landslide no escape from reality.
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come easy go little high little low
Every way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me.
But that would be just silly.
Sometimes, I wonder, though, if, rather than calling myself Gert I should call myself Pollyanna. Life just does not get me down. Oh sure, I rant and rave about the minor annoyances in life. But for the big things, nah: Sunny, that's me. Life is just groovy. Aren't I just the lucky person? All the bad things out there are vastly exaggerated. Besides, they won't happen to me.
At the turn of the millennium,I was told a week before Christmas that my 6-9 month contract was finished after 6 months. It's really quite difficult to find a new job over Christmas and into January. Doubly so if you don't bother. Never mind the bouncing Direct Debits. Never mind the piling up unopened sinister looking envelopes. Roll up cigarettes are the biz. Spend all day on the internet. Never mind the pay-by-minute.
Of course, in retrospect, I realised I was depressed. Couldn't recognise it. Wouldn't admit it. It's more fun to spend one's time writing crap fiction than job hunting.
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