I have always felt that there is no luck, no fate, no chance, and that facebook is a waste of time. In fact I only just reactivated my facebook account last month after closing it for over a year. An account that had only been open for a few months!
I have to go to London tomorrow, and I don't want to. I don't like busy places, and I don't like shopping. The only thing I don't mind about the whole day out is the lunch that I would normally be bought, and the wine I would normally drink with my lunch. This time though, said food and wine funds are being spent in the shops. This news came as a grave disappointment. But I'm going as a favour, and as a friend. The sales in London... just typing it fills me with horror.
The first chosen destination is Liberty. Oh joy, material shopping. Probably the worst form. Could be placed a little above furniture or carpets I guess. Could be; we'll see.
I have an old cousin who I adore, and have done so since I was tiny, and who I haven't seen for 10 years. I haven't seen the vast majority of my family for 10 years, out of goodwill.
The goodwill is no longer necessary, as all parties regained contact in September, and I am now permitted to speak with whoever I choose.
So I went onto facebook today. Here is my first admission. I searched for this cousin, found him, and invited him as a friend. I have always claimed that facebook serves me no purpose other than to waste my time. This is an exception to that.
He accepted.
My cousin sent me a message asking what I was up to. Aside from a general overview of the past 10 years, I told him about the impending trip to London (excluding the bit about the food and wine!).
He messaged me back earlier today and said "My office is on Great Marlborough Street about 100m from Liberty! I can take you for lunch..."
So this is my second admission. Perhaps, maybe, possibly, everything is not completely random. Though, to be honest, neither are completely true admissions, as I still don't believe what I have written to be anymore than coincidence, and I believe this particular facebook experience to be highly atypical.
Perhaps a better title would have been "Some words: an avoidance of an inaccurate title".
Still, I like to think I have considered here the possibility that my opinions are open to dispute.
Two admissions
I have always felt that there is no luck, no fate, no chance, and that facebook is a waste of time. In fact I only just reactivated my facebook account last month after closing it for over a year. An account that had only been open for a few months!
I have to go to London tomorrow, and I don't want to. I don't like busy places, and I don't like shopping. The only thing I don't mind about the whole day out is the lunch that I would normally be bought, and the wine I would normally drink with my lunch. This time though, said food and wine funds are being spent in the shops. This news came as a grave disappointment. But I'm going as a favour, and as a friend. The sales in London... just typing it fills me with horror.
The first chosen destination is Liberty. Oh joy, material shopping. Probably the worst form. Could be placed a little above furniture or carpets I guess. Could be; we'll see.
I have an old cousin who I adore, and have done so since I was tiny, and who I haven't seen for 10 years. I haven't seen the vast majority of my family for 10 years, out of goodwill.
The goodwill is no longer necessary, as all parties regained contact in September, and I am now permitted to speak with whoever I choose.
So I went onto facebook today. Here is my first admission. I searched for this cousin, found him, and invited him as a friend. I have always claimed that facebook serves me no purpose other than to waste my time. This is an exception to that.
He accepted.
My cousin sent me a message asking what I was up to. Aside from a general overview of the past 10 years, I told him about the impending trip to London (excluding the bit about the food and wine!).
He messaged me back earlier today and said "My office is on Great Marlborough Street about 100m from Liberty! I can take you for lunch..."
So this is my second admission. Perhaps, maybe, possibly, everything is not completely random. Though, to be honest, neither are completely true admissions, as I still don't believe what I have written to be anymore than coincidence, and I believe this particular facebook experience to be highly atypical.
Perhaps a better title would have been "Some words: an avoidance of an inaccurate title".
Still, I like to think I have considered here the possibility that my opinions are open to dispute.