hangovers and YouTube

 All is quiet and calm in this empty room. A hangover is my only company. There are very few friendly words lighting up the screen and, often, any attempt to connect is greeted like an attack. In the end… it matters not. Happiness and contentment are our own responsibility and ours alone. It is not easy for any of us to allow others into our lives and, in most cases, people already have a partner, a family, one or two close friends, and they seek nothing more. That is natural. 

                  The cat has eaten and now sleeps, fat and flat, in the bed of its favourite truck. The owner of the truck is American Airlines staff and is usually travelling around the world, so the truck remains mostly undisturbed. This is the wisdom that cats apply from their vast observation. In the world of the World cup, England and Argentina both won last night and will play each other in the semi-final on Wednesday. This is the reason for my hangover. The pool calls my name. Typically, I would walk or jog before swimming but today, this morning at least, there will be no walking or jogging, just a collapse into the pool like a whale rediscovering water. 

                  I have a YouTube channel, which is not very popular, it gets very few views and even less likes… but this morning I awoke to a comment saying, ‘Thank you, I am a literature student, and I found this video very helpful.’ It is a singular comment such as that which gives me the motivation to continue. And this comes at a point where I was planning to give it up completely. 



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