Or maybe it's just the cold I have.
Anyway, there's an upside and a downside to all this. One of the upsides is the knowledge of imminent time off and celebrations with friends and family. Y'know, all the good stuff. You'd have to be a right monster not to look forward to that (or Jewish (oop, bit controversial)).
But the downside is the rushing. Good God, why do people shop so much more during Christmas time? I don't really understand it. It becomes chaos at the supermarket weeks before Christmas, but it's unrelenting. For some reason people are just shopping more rather than stocking up. And Christ (appropriate), they know how to dither. They're kind of like bees the way they become dim and bounce around all over the place when it gets cold.
Then again, everything gets busier. It's like humanity has decided it will come out of its houses just to get in your way over the festive period. On the Tube, on the buses, in the street. I really don't understand it. And I have a cold.
All I know is Christmas shopping is going to be a nightmare. It'll be the same people sniffing at you and trying to get to the very thing you're looking at. The same people who suddenly decide the doorway is a great place to stop and ponder the size of the universe. The same people who faff around at the tills, deciding that now is the perfect moment to request something that doesn't exist and have the cashier search the shop for it. And I have a cold.
Plus I have essays, but I won't bore you with that. Or the cold.
Anyway, here's a poem I wrote about my cold.
Winter’s Cold
It’s a bitter symphony
God has got it in for me
Sack of gunk astride my nose
Heavy head requests a doze
Frustrated mind cannot rest
Ears imbalanced, hefty chest
Sleep will be a sweet relief
If only I knew when to breathe.
I have a cold by the way.
No comments:
Post a Comment