It's more noticeable on Fridays - miserable people hobbling along miserable roads, trying to get to the jobs they hate so much, in as short a time as possible. In the sea of unhappiness someone who looks content with themselves usually stands out from the crowd like a sober girl on a hen night. Needless to say they're rarely wearing the City uniform.
Today it was a street sweeper who'd just recieved a text on his phone that made him smile. That was the only smile I saw in the twelve (or so) minutes it took for me to walk from Moorgate to London Bridge. Of course I wasn't smiling either, so who the hell am I to talk?
Does anyone else think that social groups become redundant once everyone starts sleeping together? I don't mean pairing off and having relationships, just sleeping together. It's a sad state of affairs when all it would take is for the introduction of someone with questionable hygiene to your social group to have everyone but yourself scratching at the dinner table.
Just feels incestuous to me - and can't be very pleasant for anyone joining the group.
"Oh so you've slept with my boyfriend too?"
See what I'm getting at?
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