A cold Monday
Someone metioned that it might be Blue Monday today - the day when we all get depressed about a post Christmas cash crisis combined with long, cold nights and not much to look forward to for months.
18:20. At the bar in one of the the two pubs in the area that open on a Monday. I don’t think I’ll be here long. The beer isn’t the most interesting - standard Greene King options - and there’s a group of staff from one of the closed pubs having some fun with the dart board. As a certified old fart the combo of a random playlist, shouty darts and bland beer is more endurance than entertainment.
A working man needs a break though. This place might be almost the antithesis of my preferences, but it’s open and it’s neither an online meeting nor grinding through code - something that I will need to do this evening.
More people. I think it might be the Christmas do of the ‘one of the closed pubs’.
I’m revisiting Apple’s PR page about the iPhone ‘Journal’ app I had a look at. I’d spotted a comment about writing one’s thoughts being therapeutic, but re-reading the item now I’m feeling let into it. “… helps users reflect and practice gratitude”. Practice gratitude?
This space…
… is intended to represent time lost searching the phrase “practice gratitude” and now more than ever looking forward to death and it’s promise of eternal escape from a world bookended by genocide and ‘thank you’ yoga. I am joking of course. Something I often do, but I don’t think I’ve ever used suicide before to emphasise a negative WTF reaction.
Have you heard about the 14 Benefits of Practicing Gratitude (Incl. Journaling)? No? I need to move on.