Wednesday, May 03, 2006
going down to lonesome town.. boneys birthday.
i look around the room. ciarans kitchen. eoin is finishing his dinner standing up, leaning against the cooker, plate of stir fry in hand. glen, laura, chris, mark, sarah, daragh, ej, grainne and bones sit around at the table. I lean against the phone table just inside the door and take it all in. neil, more often than not - the most entertaining of the group, is at the other end of the room telling the story of how he hit the guy that tried to mug him. everyone is listening. laura had brought up the subject by mentioning daragh's nose {he was punched in the face by louts the other day}. i watch these people, my friends. talking and talking. this is the first time in a long time that i have listened to any of them. i always hear them but it is rare these days that any of us listen to each other. and to listen to all of them, it is truely a sence of self realisation that i am confronted by. these people, of all the people, are the ones i choose to spend time with. these people reflect, in part at least, who i am or how i precieve myself. i am overwhelmingly dissapointed and they must feel the same when they listen to me. i, more than any of them, talk the most and make the least sence.
i think some changes need to be made. a bit of readjustment.
i look around the room. ciarans kitchen. eoin is finishing his dinner standing up, leaning against the cooker, plate of stir fry in hand. glen, laura, chris, mark, sarah, daragh, ej, grainne and bones sit around at the table. I lean against the phone table just inside the door and take it all in. neil, more often than not - the most entertaining of the group, is at the other end of the room telling the story of how he hit the guy that tried to mug him. everyone is listening. laura had brought up the subject by mentioning daragh's nose {he was punched in the face by louts the other day}. i watch these people, my friends. talking and talking. this is the first time in a long time that i have listened to any of them. i always hear them but it is rare these days that any of us listen to each other. and to listen to all of them, it is truely a sence of self realisation that i am confronted by. these people, of all the people, are the ones i choose to spend time with. these people reflect, in part at least, who i am or how i precieve myself. i am overwhelmingly dissapointed and they must feel the same when they listen to me. i, more than any of them, talk the most and make the least sence.
i think some changes need to be made. a bit of readjustment.
