Survived the Day

I'm not normally going to talk about personal things; that's not my style. But today was a big day I guess... or rather, it wasn't.

You see, at the start of this year, I was engaged. And Saturday 10th April was the date set for the wedding. Things all ended a bit craply for reasons I won't go into here. It was really quite an upsetting disaster, in that it created a lot of pain and disharmony. Moreover, it pretty much meant the end of my hopes of starting a family - I'm now 30 and there's no realistic chance of me meeting a suitable new girl in my current life.

In fact, my mum asked me on Friday whether she could try wife-hunting for me. I told her 'no' and that her timing was frankly extremely tactless. It's been a pretty awkward week anyway, with a few people who didn't know about the breakup asking me when I was getting married. And one friend who well-meaningly (but counter-productively) brought up the fact that I would have been getting wed this weekend.

But the day's gone by pretty smoothly. I've spent £20 at Cadbury World - mostly on stuff for my mum for Easter Sunday. I've endured my nan's crossword which we completed. Plus had a fantastic family meal with all my siblings, my mum, nan, great aunt and sis's boyfriend to celebrate (belatedly) my turning 30. Nando's with halal chicken. Yay!

And there's more! I enjoyed 4-player Super Monkey Ball and F-Zero. Watched The Incredibles for the first time (so much better than the dreadful trailer I saw years ago). And in all the moments in between these distractions, my mind has been filled with the blazing crimson of the future.

This last has been the most uplifting for my spirits. Freed from the goals of convention, I must now choose my own legacy for this life. As a Prometheus, I could steal the crimson flame from high Olympus and share its great boons with an ignorant mankind...