I was interrupted from these thoughts by the squelching sound of a couple in the seat opposite me, kissing, non-stop for what seemed like an eternity. They hadn't come up for air for some time and I was aware that my First Aid certificate had run out. I mean, I'd done de-fib training at work, but there was no machine here. I decided they didn't need me, they were resuscitating themselves plentifully. All I could do was distract myself by looking out the window at the passing landscape.
Sunday, 31 January 2010
His text message read "Going backwards is often easier for some reason". I thought about why this would be and realised it made perfect sense. If you're going forwards, you're being propelled into the unknown, the future that hasn't yet occurred. Which is both exciting and daunting at the same time. Whereas if you go backwards, you're staying within your comfort zone. With things that are familiar. It seemed to me that a healthy balance of both was necessary. But did this mean that for the whole journey I needed to keep changing seats? Maybe when you sit in one seat you just know that that's the one you'll stay in for the duration? And would this seat be going forwards or backwards?
Posted by T at 19:24