Okay cool so yesterday I wrote a bunch of stuff about observing the life I’m living as well as the lives of those around me with a different lens. I’m trying to get better at explaining some context to my reflections because right now I’m as vague as crop circle in the middle of a corn field.
I recently went out to a rooftop bar for someone’s birthday and to put things into perspective, I haven't gone to a bar or club since I went to prison so I was basically driving through certain parts of London that I haven’t seen for almost four years.
Now before you ask I haven't spent all of that time behind bars because a huge chunk of that time was spent living in Kent slightly before, during and after the pandemic. Being away from London for so long in a place where nobody knew me meant I really didn’t have to care about my status or appearance. I didn't have to compete with anyone for best dressed man in the ends and the situation was pretty damn liberating.
So with all of that being said when I did finally drive through London I was reminded of all the things I left behind; Everybody dressed to impress, everybody driving the latest car, rocking the latest I don't even know how to even pronounce it and it was just…jarring.
I wasn’t too bothered by the trends everybody was trying to set but I couldn't act like there was no waft of self importance littered all over the bar where I was just trying to drink a glass of damn coke. It’s like everybody is in secret competition with one another for who can look down upon the most number of people, and the irony that most people are probably as broke as each other is the clarity that made me secretly glad that I moved out from this town in the first place.
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