perils of suburbia.

They always say, good times will always hurt you in the end. There is always a comedown from the day before, and it truly does hurt.
Today was the perfect example, and today I had an epiphany.
Last night, I went for a fantastic meal with family, then spent an evening drinking wine and watching cult films with a fellow bohemian.
We awoke this morning to cloudy skies and a feeling of impending doom. The day could only get worse.

Tomorrow Throbbing Gristle are playing at Heaven in London, for which I have a ticket. The one thing I don't have are the funds to get myself to London tomorrow.
I racked my brains for things to earn money, but alas, nothing is potentially do-able by 9am tomorrow. Ive always been lucky in bad situations, as someone has saved me from them, but this time no one has come to aid.
So, going on the misery of not being able to see one of my favorite bands in concert, I have been pushed into a blank reverie. I can observe quite well my surroundings in this state. So over dinner, the epiphany arrived.

Sitting watching "Worlds Funniest Pets", eating fish and chips, and being content at that really shocked me.
Its good to have some old comforts, but this just wasnt comfort. Not when put into perspective. There are so many more interesting things you could be doing with your life and only a handful of people are doing it.
There are 50 houses in my street, that probably means 200 people on average, now think of them, all doing something similar, actually terrifies me.
I feel that i've outgrown my surroundings, and seen a bigger world through the past year, I've seen so many things to do, and anything less would be a dissappointment and would bore me to null and void.

There is a bigger life outside suburbia, so go and fucking live it.