ITCH

Sometimes, I close my eyes and argue with myself.

There are doors you should not open. There are desires you should not entertain. There are pasts you should not revisit. There are futures you should not fantasize.

There is that one thing you have never been sure of.

Me: Don't do it.
Me: But I want to!
Me: You're pathetic.
Me: Don't underestimate me. I am clever enough to justify the hell out of this!

Definitely an itch.

SEPTEMBER

Sometimes I ask myself whether this is the life I had imagined when I was a child. I remember writing lots of essays starting with 'When I grow up, I want to...' Somehow, practising medicine, living in Blackpool, being with a man-child, managing finances never made it to the essays but look where I am now.

Clearly I didn't have lots of imagination when I was young. C'mon, when I was watching Andy (from Toy Story 3) playing with his toys and imagining all sorts of action, I thought that boy was borderline delusional. They're just toys, they're not alive...

Anyway, how is your life?