They say misery loves company, but when your misery comes from being alone what good does it do knowing that others feel like you.
Eleanor Rigby was buried alone, but at that moment did her misery truly end? I imagine it did but I don’t find this solution to be very consoling.
I used to enjoy the company of people, but the people I see are younger than me and they see me as being old. I also see older people and I see myself like them one day, one day real soon. It’s almost funny, the age difference between me and the young is far less than that of me and the old but it took so little to get to where I am and it’ll take even less to get to where they are. I’ve come to hate the fact that time is relative; a day used to pass by as if it were a decade. I can remember December 24 being the longest day of the year, now it comes and goes in the blink of an eye. Another year has passed then another two then another three, four, five, and the cycle only seems to end when you become Eleanor Rigby.
Lately I take comfort in the old for they see me as being young and full of energy. How easily they are deceived, for like their bodies mine doesn’t respond to the mind as it once did. Though I take some comfort in knowing that I can still get up in the middle of the night instead of wetting the bed.I used to enjoy the company of people, but the people I see are younger than me and they see me as being old. I also see older people and I see myself like them one day, one day real soon. It’s almost funny, the age difference between me and the young is far less than that of me and the old but it took so little to get to where I am and it’ll take even less to get to where they are. I’ve come to hate the fact that time is relative; a day used to pass by as if it were a decade. I can remember December 24 being the longest day of the year, now it comes and goes in the blink of an eye. Another year has passed then another two then another three, four, five, and the cycle only seems to end when you become Eleanor Rigby.
That’s all I have to comment on now.
That seems so final, if only it were so easy.
Would a drink help the situation? Of coarse, but only if followed by another. Intoxication gives me a momentary purpose and once it hits it only gets worse. So drink till your day is done, hopefully tomorrows hang over will be so bad that I won’t be able to think, and with a little bit of luck it’ll be so bad that I’ll have to take an aspirin or two to ease the pain, but better just to take four or five to induce a restful sleep. That’s all fine and dandy while there’s money to be spent, later all you’ll have is loneliness, headache and hunger. Perhaps remaining sober is the better alternative.
In fact better than that is to just take things as they come making sure that some things are prepared so that the trip ahead flows that little bit smoother. That’s what becoming old means, planning for the future, having some foresight while making sure your blood pressure doesn’t go to shit. And if the young don’t see that soon, then soon they’ll see young people too.
