You can’t believe it… You say this all the time, sometimes shaking your internal head. Sometimes you say it out loud. Because you just can’t believe…
…how mad you feel
How is it possible to feel this mad and still be standing and talking and behaving like a standing, talking human? How? With all the feelings flying at us: the stunning sadness, ravening rage, giggling hysteria and unexpected horn. Oh hello…
…how cold it is
It is so cold for this time of year. “Aren’t you cold?” You say avuncularly to the person in the t-shirt with no tights and a midi skirt, as you sit shivering in a Parka and heat-tech polo neck. Soooooooo. Cold. You are probably very thin. Very thin people are professionally cold.
…how hot it is
It’s so warm, balmy even, you are even tempted to get off the bus and walk some of the way. You have tied your jacket awkwardly round your waist and are rifling around looking for your sunglasses as you aim your face towards the weak warmth like a pathetic sunflower. Also you wonder if you might smell a bit.
…how dark it is
Where have the evenings gone? It’s so dark. Is it always this dark? One minute you were outside barbecuing and then it’s as if someone just turned the lights out. How many years have you been living with the seasons? How is it still an unbelievable surprise?
…that Mercury is not in retrograde
…that it will be a “quick” chat/meeting/drink
…that it’s going to be OK in the end
HOW DO YOU KNOW? You don’t. The end.
…that all the chocolate is gone
What? Wait? Someone else must have eaten it, you are doing the 16-hour fast thingy. So it most definitely wasn’t you.