“Hi, my name is Joe Gamer, and I have a problem. I can’t finish what I start … actually, I can’t start, full stop.”
Five years later, she still sits there. Taunting me. Reminding me of my eternal inability to commit.
You can’t blame her. I’ve had every chance to make a move, but there’s always been a distraction, a far more important obligation in my life. At least, those are the excuses today: university degrees to endure, professional careers to chase. There’s no time for fleeting indulgences when my future is persistently on the line, right? But she doesn’t understand … how could she?
‘She’ is an inanimate object, after all. Continue reading →