- I'm not losing weight (some of my flabby bits may have turned to muscle)
- I'm not any more confident with women (which probably leads to the next point)
- I'm not falling in love (but I still get objects of affection)
- I'm not a professional snowboarder (but I'm decent)
- I'm not so much of a pushover (you want me to put that where?)
- I'm not any taller (in fact I may have shrunk)
- I'm not cutting my hair properly (why bother, I'm a no-good hippy traveller)
- I'm not becoming a gentleman (you should hear some of the smut that I've been saying)
The point
Self-centred? Oh no, you've taken that completely the wrong way. I've not become a egotystical self-absorbed dickhead. It's just that for the last few days I've been trapped in a evil downhill slump that has made me look at myself with a ridiculously critical light. I almost cried, before realising that I do in fact have some good points. And if I looked closely I could see good points in the negative points. I think that if we use too narrow a window too look at ourselves then we miss the true splendor of the landscape.
I think that the last of these points was driven home today on the mountain. So sorry Carleen for moaning all day on the hill, and sorry to anyone who has just read this entire blog and realised that I've not actually said anything of importance. But then, I think that you should read it again.
Still waiting for you
Phil
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