8 June - mozart & genius
Mentally I tot up on an average week the number of hours spent fiddling in shops, touching fabrics, scanning shelves, moving items about, searching for the elusive price tag, turning it around so I can read the price etc. Multiply this by the type of shops: clothes shops, shoe shops, bags, accessories, furniture, food, bookshops, toiletries and make-up counters and vitamins and medicines and jewellery shops and add to this the quota of irrelevant (to my lifestyle) shops I still check out for no reason: baby clothing, DIY, gardening. It becomes frightening. All those hours...
If I had started searching for a cure for cancer at 6 years old, I have no doubt I’d have found it by now. It also makes sense of my frustration at expecting to become a decent horse rider by just doing a 1 hour class per week and not every week either or expecting to learn snowboarding in the first two days of a skiing holiday (so that you can do it for the remaining 3 or 4). It’s pretty impossible and there I am crying tears of frustration ‘cause I can’t ‘get it’. I bet young Mozart cried buckets by comparison and he probably got beaten up to.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home