Phew! Thank fuck for that.
Some lousy trash talker in my head had me believing that there existed a whole ton of serious stuff out there. I imagine the smug fuck to look something like this;
Of course I could be wrong. Not to worry because the following has assured me otherwise.
I found this little piece of street treasure at the train station. It was on the bench next to me as I ate my sandwich. It reads; “Nothing is seriouse (serious) don’t worry”. I don’t exactly know how something so trivial as a sentence in a found notebook could put me at ease, but it really did. I also enjoyed the fact that the first sentence I read as I opened it was; “Hello, how are you today?” It’s kinda like asking yourself, which I think I may start to do more often. More often than not you’ll go, “Yeah, today is pretty lovely”.
The spelling of serious in the title of this post is intentional by the way. It’s the way the owner of the book spelt it. The OCD in me is pleading with me to make this clear. As far as I can decipher, the notebook contains what looks like someone practicing to be one of those people that rings to sell you a new telephone service or whatever. The rest is all little notes like “Revise the pitch” and “Have an agenda” and all other manner of phrases that remind me of doing serious stuff like job interviews and exams. I’m not a fan of serious stuff, so the first page is pretty much my favourite.
This little gem also gave me a right good cheer up.
I got it signed at the free set The King Blues did at a little record shop in town. Unfortunately, it is so little that it arguably falls within the realms of tiny and I wasn’t able to get inside. It was no worry though. I stood at the door with a bunch of others drinking a brew and it was most excellent. It now sits with the other fallen soldiers on my kitchen windowsill.
On another note, I cannot wait to grow old!
