Its always a peculiar feeling, when you see someone from far back in your past. Today I saw a teacher I encountered at primary school. Primary school was probably scene of my greatest triumph - my 5 year old poetry debut I Hate Sport was printed on the school newsletter. But alas, it was not all smooth sailing, and this teacher was one of the blemishes on my ordinary childhood.
Imagine my loathing when I had to serve him at the library today. OK, I enjoyed the fact he was older, doughier, and had a few more moles. But that set me thinking how fleeting our time is. Perhaps in a few years I'll be as old, bejowelled and miserable as he looked. At least I have not been naturally gited with the same sullenness.
Anyway, I can't accept defeat just yet; with the wonders of technology in the future I will be able to buy a new skin suit harvested from a 3rd world inhabitant. Then I shall stand on an ovecrowded beach laughing maniacally after I scream to the universe "At last, a tan!".
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