AL Kennedy speaks! "It was strange the times you missed people most: just after they'd left, and just before you saw them again."
Well, I'm probably paraphrasing. But I do my best. Other times you miss people are: after you read their blog, when you see their name written down, when you eat something you once ate with them, and so on. God, the human brain is useless and defective. If only it were more like a machine.
Sometimes I miss the most unlikely people. On holiday somewhere, or walking down a street at night dodging the muggers and rapists (the urban version of gazelles versus lions), I'll suddenly think of someone I got drunk with back in, ooh, the late 90s. Or someone I barely know. But who, really, am I most likely to miss? The people I should miss the most are the people I'm most likely to see again.
The vast majority of the people you meet in your life you'll only meet once, or a few times. Even if you meet them every day in the kitchen making breakfast and in front of the TV every night, there's no guarantee you won't eventually lose touch. Best to get used to this missing thing. Maybe even learn to enjoy it.
Which reminds me: I don't like it when reviewers call something "unmissable". I don't need that kind of unnecessary pressure, life is hard enough as it is. The concept of unmissableness is one of the reasons I've never seen Pulp Fiction. Yeah, and I don't care either.
Missing people: Sometimes terrible, sometimes pleasantly bittersweet. 5 out of 10.
Things, objectively and comprehensively reviewed.
- Name: Eskimo
- Location: London
- Review: Writing
- Review: Proverbs
- Review: Not being in prison
- Review: Easter
- Review: Being laidback
- Review: Dieting
- Review: The arrival of spring
- Review: Patriotism
- Review: Advertising
- Review: Maternal impulses