Last night while bar hopping into the wee hours of the morning I saw a homeless man with a clothes horse. Or a drying airer. Or clothes airer. Whatever you happen call one of these things where you live…
Among the many thoughts that raced through my mind, the loudest and shoutiest was…
“Man, if I were to suddenly become homeless maintaining possession of a clothes horse would not be high on my list of priorities. One of the small joys I would take out of the soul crushing situation would be that I could throw my clothes horse into a fucking river. I hate those things.“
It’s 3:00pm on a Saturday afternoon and I find myself sharing a bar with a group of people celebrating their Primary School reunion. Which is apparently a thing people do. They all appear to be in their late 40’s/early 50’s and they’re all completely wrecked. Endless waves of Sambuca shots chased by pints of beer will do that to a person.
Because I’m totes sneaky and am always on the lookout for prime blog fodder I accidentally overhear the following quotes which, without the context of 40 years plus of shared experience, all sound somewhat deranged.
For all of those that haven’t been paying attention, I’m a counsellor and I work at a High School. Recently I was called into a classroom by an English teacher to help deescalate a student from going full ham. Which I was able to do because I’m awesome at my job and speak the language of the voiceless and disenfranchised.
I asked if I could stay in the room, telling the teacher and students I wanted to avoid doing paperwork, but secretly wanting to monitor the student/situation lest shit escalate again. I also wanted to avoid doing paperwork.
The painful discovery of missing person Jill Meagher’s body has awoken a wide variety of emotions in people all across the country; as such I’ve seen a lot of people use facebook/twitter/news forums/IRL to share their feelings about the horribly distressing conclusion to the Jill Meagher disappearance.
For those unaware of the crime I’m about to discuss, Jill Meagher disappeared while walking home from a night out with friends in Melbourne, Australia. This link provides an outline of the crime to this point. I’m going to attempt to express my feelings about this in my usual poorly structured and rambling way. These are simply my thoughts and I mean not to offend.
For me, this incident stirs up many different thoughts about many different facets of the event.