He settled himself into the front seat for the short five-minute journey. His mind was busy, busy, busy and the contents of it flowed freely out into the world, courtesy of there being no re-process department… and no working on/off valves… between it… and his gob.
“Coming over here, nicking our jobs…”
He gave no substance to anything he said… just seemed keen on dishing out judgement-level phrases.
“What do you do for a living? I genuinely enquired.
“Don’t work now… Can’t work now.” Was his outcry, followed, without hesitation, by a list of ailments, all of which came with a common theme of being attributed to the fault of someone else, somewhere else.
“Not a cripple” He declared.
“Don’t get all these benefits that the cripples get given to them…” He drivelled on.
He had the ability for a relentless flow of toxic babble, with out-of-date, ill-informed and completely un-evolved judgements about other people outside of his world (seemingly everybody). The only relief was that this person seemed content with a monologue, meaning no more engagement was required from me.
He babbled on… I glazed over… “shields up”, said my mind… and my mind, for its amusement, quietly tuned into its own thoughts:
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“Never argue with an idiot. They’ll drag you down to their level… and at their level, they can beat you, simply by experience.” My dad once announced.
“Ooooh, I like that one,” I replied, gazing at the embers of the wood fire.
We’d watched the Weetabix adverts on tele, of man and boy, off on outdoor adventures and here we were camping by a lake, in a woodland for a weekend.
Back to the now, I ‘un-glazed’. My mind re-tuned……
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