Sleepwalking my way through life: What to do?



What to do?

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Glasgow; the city that is a stones throw (and a walk and a train) from me, and it is a place that I frequent weekly in order to have something to do at the weekends instead of hanging around the house. Marie and I wander around its central shopping area, enjoying the sun, the air, and just the general atmosphere of it all. We walk and talk, chatting about the previous week’s events or the following week’s plans, weaving in and out of the crowd. After an hour or so of following this pattern, we always end up asking each other the same question.

“What do you want to do now?”

We stop, frozen on the street as we think of somewhere, ANYWHERE, that we could go to. The same places pop up in our heads, and the same reasons against doing it.

Getting some food; where? We’ve been everywhere good.

Walk round the Botanic gardens; too far.

Go to the Kelvin grove museum; just as far!

The Cinema; again?

We could go shopping; what for?

And so we eventually decide on one of three things; I head back to Marie’s house for some food and perhaps a DVD; we head to George Square and lie on a bench and talk; or we go to the cinema to see the latest flick.

There is never anything to do in Glasgow. Well, nothing to do that requires little or not effort at all.
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