Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Worn out plastic tyres

Sometimes people ask me:

"..., what shall I do with my life? Who do I want to become?"

Oft this makes me come over all sympathetic and paternal (so I don't feel the need to bite the nuts off someone if they get within 100 metres of my 15 eggs) and I smile. Inwardly, at least. Externally I frown with dramatic effect and the effort of the thought that I'm putting into considering their plight. I like to think that this makes them think that I'm taking them seriously and that this is important to them.

I can tell because they look up at me with beaming faces and awe in their eyes.

And then. I make noises that show that I'm giving the question every centigram of brainpower I can muster.

And then I roll my eyes and scratch my chin.

And rub my head and a smile slowly breaks on my craggy features.

And I say:

3 comments:

Jessica B. said...

You're quite coy today.

Michelle said...

It's sounds like your a guidance counslor at a High School. Well it would explain the GAK!! thing th at you do.

jonny said...

Pfargh!

Moi?

Whatever do you mean?

I always watch my Ps and Qs around ladies...ah! That explains it!