Go with the flow.....

I will start with an apology. This post is very similar to one I did earlier, but people do keep to annoy me!!
I travel to and from the steamy metropolis called London, from the busy station called Liverpool Street. It is like a living thing, trains come in and throw people into the heaving masses, collect the people and take them off to home or work or wherever people go. People move through the concourse like blood through veins, keeping the thing alive. And then you get the others......
Most people arriving from a train, know where they are going, to the underground, out of the station through one of the 3 large exits or to one of the many shops.
Most people arriving to the station from the city, know that they need to catch a train, and have some idea where it's going to go from. And then you get the others.......
These are the people that seem intent on making sure you miss your next train. I'm sure it is not a conscious decision, they don't hate you so much they want you to miss your dinner or be late for a date or a night out, or just getting home to bed. It's like they cannot do two things at once, or looking at some of them, they struggle doing one thing at a time.
There is a large indicator board across the middle of the station, showing the times of the next trains. Why do people have to stop on the stairs, in the middle of the concourse or anywhere else that seems to be the best place to screw up the flow of people through the station. There are enough places where, if you had the slightest bit of common sense, you could stop, check the time of your train and even be in time to catch it, without causing mayhem.
People, you may think that you are the centre of the universe, that everything revolves around you in your own little world, but believe me, it doesn't. Think of other people sometimes, it doesn't even cost any money, it's just common sense.
The world will be a happier place if everyone thought someone other than themselves for a minute.

Tragic Theatre...

Someone described my life over the last few years as sounding like a tragic love story. My wife, of nearly 20 years, dies in hospital. I meet up with an old friend, whom I've known for nearly as long. We get together, She gets a divorce comes to England with her two children and we get married and live happily ever after.
Sounds nice, doesn't it? My family love them and love to see me happy again.
So why the tragic part you ask? I was once told that friends are the family you choose for yourself, and I agree with that. I don't have many friends, but those I do I love like family.
My wife, although in a new country, has friends back in her home country and (with the technology called Skype) can talk and see them whenever she likes. Knowing how people can gossip, she (and her ex-husband) decided they would not announce everything, they would let the information about the divorce/wedding filter down the grapevine.
Now, for some reason, known only to themselves, some friends are feeling a bit upset that they are not being involved in every decision that is happening in our lives here and are blanking her and her ex-husband.
And my comment to this is 'GROW UP!!'. Were you only friends with them because they were married or because you liked them? Did you only like them because they were married or do you like them as people and what they bring, in whatever small capacity, to enrich your lives?
What has changed? They are now 2 separate people, but they are still the same people that you were friends with all this time. So they didn't ask your permission to get on with their lives, so get over it and call/SMS/email, a conversation takes 2 people.
Remember, they are the family that you chose...