I like to think we're happy enough.Certainly we're not too happy, so that must make us happy enough, I guess. It's at the times when I stop and think to myself that I want for nothing that I feel that small gap. It's like something I've forgotten, but which didn't much matter anyhow, the words of a bedtime prayer or the shade of lipstick worn.Small things which could lead on to bigger things i'd the energy to think. I mentioned this feeling before.
More likely something on the TV.I'd heard some lively debates on the telly about television and what it does to your mind. The overstimulation, apparently, is what makes me feel switched off much of the time. My horizontal hold too, has all but gone.
Reading, seemingly, that's the great anecdote to telly.All fine for those with a free hand and free time on their hands.I mean you have to hold the book up and give it your full attention. I've got out of the way of thought.It doesn't stop here.We girls do miss the train,if you ask me.You're forever going in six directions at once.
