Pathetic Fallacy Fails.

It was raining heavily when I emerged from Spoons this evening following a great night shared with good friends, some of whom I hadn't seen in a long while. It was pleasant to see that despite distance and time I still enjoyed seeing everyone, and that they enjoyed seeing me too.





Josh and I had a brief yet insightful conversation beneath the shelter of Samo's whilst waiting for my taxi. He quite rightly pointed out that the next few years are ones to be treasured, as after those years have passed chances are that meetings like tonight's one will be few and far between due to jobs, relationships and the general reluctance to return home to Thanet.





We all laugh and joke at its relative 'scumminess', but really it's made us who we are and has had more of an effect on us than any of us are willing to openly admit. It's my home, all of it, from the pretty multicoloured lights recently installed on the otherwise bare jetty to the barren highstreet that seems to get worse with every return visit. I unashamedly admit that I do love certain parts of Thanet, the beaches namely, but other spots too. Everywhere seems to hold a memory, from the seemingly indentical avenues of Palm Bay where I learnt to drive to the hill leading from Northdown to Dane Valley which I walked down many a Sunday morning following a drinking session at Tucker's old house.





I feel I'm straying from my original point. What Josh said saddened me, but in a way it was also quite refreshing. Gradually I am realising things that would have been more use a few years ago (never mind) when I was point blankedly refusing to socialise due to the persistent presence of a rather sizeable black cloud. Better late then never though.





It doesn't matter about two years from now. It doesn't matter about tomorrow really, because to an extent it's predetermined by something or someone who isn't going to disclose the details any time soon. What matters is now, no matter how mundane that may be. Of course this old bumpf has been regurgitated both by well-meaning elder family members, advice-dispensing parents and sentimental fridge magnets alike for as long as anyone can remember. Until you realise it for yourself though, it just sounds like a tired corny Band Aid; a sticking plaster designed to make you worry less and enjoy life more.





But it really is true. That's why it didn't matter that mine and Josh's conversation wasn't the happiest. It didn't matter that it was pissing it down with rain either. What mattered is that the past few hours were spent laughing and enjoying the company of people I know NOW.





To add another dimension to this blog before I sign off, I have included one of my recent photos for your persusal. Feast your eyes (or avert your gaze, it's not like I can tell).

More poetry/photos/musings to follow soon.

Best wishes xxx