Depressingly Simple!
Sometimes the answer to the obvious is right in front of you, but things often stop us from seeing it as so.
If you want to break out of the rutt, in the sloganic words of a well known sports retailer . . 'Just do it!'
Here's a very short story to tell it like it so often is:
He sat slouched with aching back against the quite unergonomic plastic structure. His legs splayed as his feet did their best to support his awkward position. He stirred his coffee slowly with a heavy hand as if it's viscousity was all a bit too much!
His gaze was fixed upon the spoon, his concentration on his own state of mind.
What was the point? Why should he bother to accompany her round endless chains of merchandise outlets that flaunted the same bait of endless sales offers with continual incentives to make you forst comply, then part with your cash to buy their stuff!
Why bother to just make yourself feel even more depressed? - Might as well just sit here and enjoy the coffee!
Two younger chaps were talking at ninety miles an hour at the table next to him,
'What a waste of their energy' he thought. All he could hear was short sharp garble followed by accentuated laughter. - It annoyed him.
As he stirred his coffee some more his mind turned towards his own problems. How were thy going to pay to fix the car? they just hadn't got enough put by . . and it was seeming increasingly and depressingly likely to him that he was going to be made redundant, or at least loose a lot of hours. People around him just didn't seem to get it!
He continued to stir his coffee.
She hustled and bustled through the crowds, her movements swift, her direction clear. She had a list but it wasn't written onto paper. The imprint was clear . . 'if they didn't have one of them she would go for the blue one of those. If she couldn't find the size jacket she wanted she would try something else . . maybe a more 'spring' look!
Her feet pronated swiftly through the crowds, stopping just long enough to make a decision about an item of clothing, and then, either she would buy or move on.
She glanced at her watch. 'twenty five minutes' she thought. 'Should be enough time to take another look in BHS.'
Twenty seven minutes later she arrived back at the street cafe. as she meandered her way through cumbersomely positioned chairs skillfully negociating each pass of the shopping bag as she wen. She could see he hadn't moved . . still he fiddled with his coffee cup.
'Darling I've got some wonderful things, - look at this' She pulled a jacket from a BHS bag and unravelled the sleeves holding it up next to her looking for approval. 'And these gloves . . I've been looking for these for ages . . do you know, Asda's don't have anything! I had to go to M&S but . . too expensive - I'm not paying nine pounds for a pair of gloves! - got these from BHS!'
(He made some sort of sound but she was quite oblivious to exactly what it might of meant!)
He took a sip of his now cold coffee.
She looked at him as if expecting a reaction:
'Well, aren't you impressed? . . not bad for a forty minute spree I thought.'
He gazed straight at her. Had it really been forty minutes?
'Well.' she remarked presently. 'What have you been doing with yourself?'
He continued to stir his coffee.
Sometimes the answer to the obvious is right in front of you, but things often stop us from seeing it as so.
If you want to break out of the rutt, in the sloganic words of a well known sports retailer . . 'Just do it!'
Here's a very short story to tell it like it so often is:
He sat slouched with aching back against the quite unergonomic plastic structure. His legs splayed as his feet did their best to support his awkward position. He stirred his coffee slowly with a heavy hand as if it's viscousity was all a bit too much!
His gaze was fixed upon the spoon, his concentration on his own state of mind.
What was the point? Why should he bother to accompany her round endless chains of merchandise outlets that flaunted the same bait of endless sales offers with continual incentives to make you forst comply, then part with your cash to buy their stuff!
Why bother to just make yourself feel even more depressed? - Might as well just sit here and enjoy the coffee!
Two younger chaps were talking at ninety miles an hour at the table next to him,
'What a waste of their energy' he thought. All he could hear was short sharp garble followed by accentuated laughter. - It annoyed him.
As he stirred his coffee some more his mind turned towards his own problems. How were thy going to pay to fix the car? they just hadn't got enough put by . . and it was seeming increasingly and depressingly likely to him that he was going to be made redundant, or at least loose a lot of hours. People around him just didn't seem to get it!
He continued to stir his coffee.
She hustled and bustled through the crowds, her movements swift, her direction clear. She had a list but it wasn't written onto paper. The imprint was clear . . 'if they didn't have one of them she would go for the blue one of those. If she couldn't find the size jacket she wanted she would try something else . . maybe a more 'spring' look!
Her feet pronated swiftly through the crowds, stopping just long enough to make a decision about an item of clothing, and then, either she would buy or move on.
She glanced at her watch. 'twenty five minutes' she thought. 'Should be enough time to take another look in BHS.'
Twenty seven minutes later she arrived back at the street cafe. as she meandered her way through cumbersomely positioned chairs skillfully negociating each pass of the shopping bag as she wen. She could see he hadn't moved . . still he fiddled with his coffee cup.
'Darling I've got some wonderful things, - look at this' She pulled a jacket from a BHS bag and unravelled the sleeves holding it up next to her looking for approval. 'And these gloves . . I've been looking for these for ages . . do you know, Asda's don't have anything! I had to go to M&S but . . too expensive - I'm not paying nine pounds for a pair of gloves! - got these from BHS!'
(He made some sort of sound but she was quite oblivious to exactly what it might of meant!)
He took a sip of his now cold coffee.
She looked at him as if expecting a reaction:
'Well, aren't you impressed? . . not bad for a forty minute spree I thought.'
He gazed straight at her. Had it really been forty minutes?
'Well.' she remarked presently. 'What have you been doing with yourself?'
He continued to stir his coffee.
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