Today I went to Golder's Green and sat opposite two fat tired men. Both were well dressed and had faces that just hung there.
It occured to me that my boyfriend might be like that one day, if he becomes a businessman (his father is), but that didn't make me like them any more.
What's the point in making oneself so tired and fat, just to be a bit richer? It won't make you enjoy life any more. Better to be a tradesman, a builder or a chef, a traffic warden, better to use up your physical energy, and have time to hang out with your partner, friends, kids. Better to be hard up and enjoy.
They were at once depressing (people live like this) and life affirming (I don’t, I won’t). I wonder if as young men, they looked at businessmen on the train and thought the same.
1 comment:
Think of me: I almost envy men who are a little fat after 45-50 years of age because I sense them as my opposite, I have been a bit fat as a young man and too thin as a fifty year old, when you are too thin because you feel too tense you tend to envy those people who at your age look plump with a " plumpness" you perceive as balance.
I who am unbalanced by nature.
And a bit by poetry too.
Best wishes, Davide
PS I am a fan ( half-fan soemtimes) of Eyewear like you.
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