Friday, 20 April 2012
All change, please.
Urgh, change. What a hassle.
There you are, trotting along nicely when all of a sudden in comes change; expensive, shocking, annoying change, ballsing up your finely tuned plans with the latest startling revelation.
Change is the friend who lets you tell your happy news, before dropping in their own and stealing your thunder. It's that idiot who walks in the room and makes everyone say "Oh, God, not you again. Haven't you done enough?"
In short, change is a bastard.
But you know, as much as change gets in the way of an otherwise happy life, I'm struggling to think of a time where something good hasn't come out of it.
Break-ups lead to a better social life and new, improbably brilliant friends.
Change makes you realise that your parents will never say "I told you so" when you crash, burn, and return home (again). The neverending search for employment - weirdly - always seems to lead to a better job than all the ones you coveted along the way.
Previously reliable friends might suddenly call time on your living arrangement, but then you find yourself living in an area of London you've liked for ages, with a new, equally single housemate and a commute that takes you on a daily bus tour through your favourite parts of the city.
Change can cost more money per month, but it can also give you an original wood floor and massive windows. It can leave you without internet or TV for a while, but give you conversation over a glass of wine instead.
When you think about it, change isn't out to piss you off, it's just showing you another way to do things.
Change isn't that bad, really.
But if things could just stay like this for a little while, then I'd really rather like it.