A long, long, time ago…🎶
My friend had gone. 20 minutes until choo choo — enough time to buy a ticket, sort my life out and get a McMeal.
This is London Paddington. The huge, long metal arches tower over the parallel trains while a frenzy of folk rush through ticket barriers and gawk at the departure boards, silently waiting for their platform announcement.
Anyway. Off to the ticket machine I went, punched in Bath, added my railcard and boom: £21,75.
“Are you fucking with me? It’s a 90 minute train. I’m not costing you anywhere near that much. Fuck you.”
That’s the story. Don’t tell me that’s not wild. Anyway, I’m pissed.
“I’m a poor student,1 you…£$%!@”
“How do you sleep at night?!”
“Enjoy your life!”
You know, the usual suspects. But then I get meta pissed off: my own annoyance starts to annoy me.
“It’s not ideal but deal with it. Live with the reality or become someone who can change it.”
Wondering why I even told this story, I guess that’s the moral of it…
Change it or quit bitchin’.
Not any more! 😏 ↩