01-21-2006, 01:59 AM
A chap I passed on the bridge just now asked what was wrong with me. I was wearing, at the time, a trilby, and I can only assume that was what he was refering to, as hats seem to be far too uncommon now-a-days. Indeed, upon meeting me for the first time, it is one of the things that is first remarked upon. He, the chap who asked what was wrong with me, lauched into a mini rant, which I ingored, although it contained phrases such as "something sick with you" and "You've got to be ill". I just continued past the fellow, who was somewhat burly and probably followed football. I thought to myself, having decided that I was having rather a nice day, that the poor person must have been having a bad day himself. I do hope it picks up for him soon. Maybe he'll win a bet or something later. It really is a nice day; bare trees, golden autumn sun, slightly blustery and with that happy chill that reminds you it's actually winter.
I like being unsual. It means I get to celebrate normality where I see it.
I like being unsual. It means I get to celebrate normality where I see it.