Monday, July 24, 2006

Blimey O Reilly!

Two weeks of chicken pox. The spots have lost their battle but the germs are apparently keeping me down. They can't last much longer. I don't think anyone's had any virus for 7 years so something should improve sooner or later. I can't dwell on it generally, you just feel like it's normal (after 2 weeks it's hardly a surprise) and will never feel different. God forbid.

I can't report a bloody thing since yesterday, but being confined to barracks blogging is one of my many options I can still take up. I have stories though. No present but plenty of past. Little nearly as much as I wanted by some was nice, just lacking that peak experience so many others manage but nearly always eluded me. The first 21 years were as a family, and as close to decent as it got. Being an only child I was never fully happy as I knew what I was missing, and then I stopped growing at the height of a 14 year old so had to get used to that for the rest of my life.
But nothing unusual and beyond overcoming. Then my mother left, and I spent another 12 years in and out of the family house until it was sold.
I was ready for marriage once I got my degree out of the way. But as I took so long everyone else was paired up once I was again let free on London's scene. I spent a few years with agencies and met bitter and twisted divorcees in their 40s and mad single women who could never hold down a relationship. Back then my energy and nerves were relatively normal. I would eat out but only selected places and literally travelled the world. A bit like a great performer who retires at least I feel I did that lot so have no need to continue.

When I moved into my first flat in 1988 the first thing that struck me was there were only my own things there. After 28 years I was alone. That hit me hard and since I finally left the old place for good that is how it remained besides a few tenants who were mainly worse than nothing. I know some people are happy to be alone. Some people are happy to starve and be at war as well so I've been told but I wouldn't recommend either. It sucks and anyone who says it doesn't either lived for years with crowded families or a tyrant or is lying like a dog. Be honest guys, having to live alone is not fun and it can't be. If your wife doesn't like you leaving stuff on the table, move it. Big deal. I may be able to fart when I like, but no one appreciates it either. And any wife that objects to you farting should get used to it. All this freedom crap is just that. You have no freedom in a desert. You have no obligations and no activities. And what freedom have you got doing all the housework and shopping yourself? None. Or earning the money to do so? Freedom? That's hell, no less. Not being able to share anything? It's like having your hands tied behind your back. I could be given a job for some charity that should exist but doesn't spreading the truth about living alone so people can come out and be honest. It's not freedom it's the worst form of encarceration there is outside actual prison. Coming home to exactly how you left the house a minute or a year earlier every time (unless the cat has left a present, which no one else will clean up) is demoralising to the ultimate.

So every time you hear someone say they like living alone, see in huge lights above their head the word 'LIAR' as it's almost bound to be bullshit. I am an authority on both my studies, my interests and my experiences, and finding a woman in London and living alone are two of my experiences few if any people can know more about. When hearing a voice from the house next door is the highlight of the month you know you're in deep deep caca.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

you're obviously trying to wind us up.
i ain't never lived alone and i'm 42.
have always had roommates or family and now a spouse.

i always envisioned the perfect marriage as each of us having our own bedroom which either could spend the night in...but this could not be sold.

you're gonna get what you've been wishing for and the fruit will turn bitter.

you are very caught up in your imagination regarding an intimate live-in relationship. i was, too. you only imagine the best-case scenario...not taking into account what we bring out of each other when living together. your worst qualities will come out, some you have never experienced before. and her worst aspects will come out, too. there will be a clash of wills.

right now you think you're gonna have a playmate, a fun-mate who will wanna do all the things you do, who will accept all your quirks & habits, and you think you're gonna be easy-going and accepting of all her quirks. this might happen for a few months...but then teeth will be bared.

i love my wife but being married is more than i bargained for. it adds years to you. you become a grumpy old man sooner than you expected.

please comment but please delete this after reading it. please. the wife checks my internet history.

Anonymous said...

yea, as i was saying before being interrupted by the wife...

the best scenario would be separate bedrooms & bathrooms...or even better: separate houses (like woody allen) right next door...or even better still: just girlfriend/boyfriend, sleeping together once in awhile...

most marriages or at least half end in divorce because of a clash of wills and jealousy and built up resentment and unfolding disappointment...and the other half are no picnics either, i'm sure. just cause they stay together don't mean it's a joyride...

i can understand your loneliness and your wish to remedy it via a woman and intimate live-in relationship...but i hope that you simply meet someone you like being with and who enjoys having sex with you but who demands living on her own...
but i doubt this will happen. instead, you'll get married and then you'll see what i've told you...

and i understand the resistance to my experienced advice...i really do.. you don't wanna believe it and you're sure the badness won't happen to you...you're sure you'll be the exception to the rule.

my biggest mistake, being an aquarius and thus a deluded idealist, was to be upfront and honest at the beginning. i told my wife that i sexually fancy very pretty oriental women who are about 4 feet, 11 inches and who weigh about 8 or 9 stone... also told her i fancy very pretty teenage girls...told her that any man who says otherwise is either a liar (and a smart one at that) or is gay.

my wife is quite large...i fell in love with her personality via email...i tried to explain to her that men can have sex with women without being in love with them...and can have sex with women who are not their sexual ideal but whom they love...big mistake...women just can't concieve of sex without love and that's why they become unglued when their man cheats on them becuase they are convinced that he loves his "lover"...

i married her because i loved her and thought it would be dumb and immature to drop her just because she didn't fit my sexual ideal...i'm glad i married her but i spoke too honestly at the beginning...told her too much which later got used against me in every row... still does...

as before, please delete this message...i leave these in confidence to you, mate...i have no one else this side of the pond to say these things to...i don't say them to bring you down...i know you'll eventually get married and are determined to make it work...but comedians make their living telling these home truths and that's because they ARE true...

please delete this and please comment here at your blog. i will acknowledge your comments and then you can delete your comments if you wish.
cheers.

David said...

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I can see you're falling into a bit of a trap here, extending your experience to others as if it's inevitable. I have the patience of a saint with other people. I remember my mum being at home and as Freud would say, if I can get on with her for 21 years 24/7 I think I stand a chance with a woman who got to know me before inviting me into her house.
In counselling (and life) we work on focusing on what good you have and letting it balance the rest realistically. You are seeing the gaps and not the good in between. I've had numerous women stay with me as friends for days or weeks and I couldn't imagine them grating after one year or ten years. I proposed to one but she wasn't having any of it...

Anonymous said...

yea, but the key point is that they stayed as friends: not intimate partners---and when things become intimate the whole chemistry changes and turns very weird.

i'm just saying that you're deceiving yourself if you think you can apply your nonsexual experiences with an intimate relationship. you will turn weird and so will she.

best of luck. you are determined to succeed. good deal.

David said...

Agreed generally, though I'm not sure what you mean by mixing 'nonsexual relationships'- I just want the 50/50 mix of best friends and compatible sexual partners. Been there just long enough to know exactly how it 'could' be (as her mother cut it off before it was 'consummated'. Another nail in my coffin...