You're Leaving

[Librarian on Fire]

You tell me off for living in the past. "everything about you is old" you scold me. "Your clothes, the music you listen to, the car you drive. Why read all those old boring books written by dead people?"
I answer that my look is unfashionably retro. " Big executives pay to be me you know. All those Smiths 12 inches are on vinyl, you can't those anymore"
"No one would want them" you scartisaly reply.
"I don't like living in the present". I feeblely argue my case. "I just don't like it."
"Well stop pretending you're in some bloody Thomas Hardy novel then."
"DH Lawrence if you prefer." I've always fancied being Mellors. "This way me lady to me cottage, John Thomas has been waiting for you".
I fight back. "Well explain to me why the hell you need over seven pairs of shoes. There's people walking barefoot in Uganda you know!"
I don't know really, their probably all wearing fake Nike trainers.
"You just don't get it do you?"
"Not since the last Saturday morning" the slamming door ends our sparring match. I walk over to the stereo and carefully place the Smiths "Meat is Murder" on the old turntable, walk into the kitchen and make myself a cup of tea.

LOF

 

[Kirstie]

> You tell me off for living in the past. "everything about
> you is old" you scold me. "Your clothes, the music you
> listen to, the car you drive. Why read all those old boring
> books written by dead people?"
> I answer that my look is unfashionably retro. " Big
> executives pay to be me you know. All those Smiths 12 inches are
> on vinyl, you can't those anymore"
> "No one would want them" you scartisaly reply.
> "I don't like living in the present". I feeblely argue
> my case. "I just don't like it."
> "Well stop pretending you're in some bloody Thomas Hardy
> novel then."
> "DH Lawrence if you prefer." I've always fancied being
> Mellors. "This way me lady to me cottage, John Thomas has
> been waiting for you".
> I fight back. "Well explain to me why the hell you need
> over seven pairs of shoes. There's people walking barefoot in
> Uganda you know!"
> I don't know really, their probably all wearing fake Nike
> trainers.
> "You just don't get it do you?"
> "Not since the last Saturday morning" the slamming
> door ends our sparring match. I walk over to the stereo and
> carefully place the Smiths "Meat is Murder" on the old
> turntable, walk into the kitchen and make myself a cup of tea.

> LOF

my weekend wasn't the best either.

I think though that you should find someone that appreciates you. There is nothing wrong with loving the Smiths or reading books by dead people. It's more than that and as long as you keep that knowledge with you, you'll be fine.

Kirstie

 

[Librarian on Fire]

> my weekend wasn't the best either.

> I think though that you should find someone that appreciates
> you. There is nothing wrong with loving the Smiths or reading
> books by dead people. It's more than that and as long as you
> keep that knowledge with you, you'll be fine.

> Kirstie

Thanks Kirstie but it's fiction I wrote.

 

[Kirstie]

> Thanks Kirstie but it's fiction I wrote.

well, I'm sure it's real to someone. So let what I wrote apply to them...or yourself if that is ever a situation you are in.

Kirstie