I've done too much pondering recently. Too many decisions to make and too many possibilities. Other people have their lives set out and they know exactly what they want to do with it. I'm just dawdling along, smelling the roses, although that would imply a level on contentment that wouldn't be correct.
The main problem is not knowing enough people who want to do the same things as me. "Shall we go to a gallery?" "Where? In London? Its a long way, and everything is expensive." "Well the gallery is free and we can take a picnic and walk in the park." "Oh, why don't we go down the road and have lunch instead?"
It makes me wonder what happened to all the cultured people. When did lethargy take number one spot in peoples lives over doing something entertaining? I don't mind doing some of these things on my own but I do have a tendency to want to talk to someone about whatever we're looking at/watching/listening to. I just become slightly concerned that I'll be standing in front of a painting going "well I love the way you're riding that horse, very regal looking of you."
