At the encouragement of my mum, I have come to an acceptance that the two months ahead of me will be unobstructed by responsibility or routine, something which could see me writing the next breakthrough children's book or thwart me into a state of dark and embittered solitude. What a woeful situation. The fact that I have very little money and too much time means that I will have to embrace myself and all the thoughts in my head. This is a scary prospect.
This morning I woke up and almost had an anxiety attack about how I'm going to approach telling the gym that I want to break our faltering and one sided relationship (they take my money and I never show up). There will be questions, there will be forced disappointed smiles on my part, and there will be the eventual blurting out of the truth in the end as they break my spirit with never-ending 'solutions' to my problem. I will then be forced to admit that the gym is the training ground for South Yarra's most vain, narcissistic and vacuous population. I will continue to reveal that it is also a vacuum of culture and positive personality traits most of us have come to rely on in order to function in society. Finally I'll mention that I can no longer bear to step foot over the gymnasium threshold- even in a heady moment of self-hatred which first brought me to their swarming isle of muscle and tinny music.
Sorry it had to end this way Genesis, we're just too different.
Kind regards,
Lauren Lynch.
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