I am Joe Blog’s Left Ventricle

I think I get it.

What disturbs me about moving back to Brunswick, from St Kilda, to the same house we moved *from* is simply that in my professional life, reversing something you’ve done usually means you’ve made a mistake.

A fuckup.

Broken something.

Wasted your time. Usually, other peoples’ time too.

Well that’s how it is at work. This is completely different! Why am I having the least bit of trouble getting that into perspective?

Probably because work is 90% of my life at the moment. Hrm. If that isn’t overdoing it, I don’t know what is.

Typical me - obsess over something until you burn out on it, then move onto something else. This one’s been a long burn. Still burning.

We’re leaving st kilda for a lot of reasons, the main group of which roughly translate to “We don’t like St Kilda”. I’m sure I would’ve gotten off on the 24×7 party suburb six or seven years ago. But now it’s just annoying. Junkies, noise, more noise, drunk tourists, drunk teenagers, traffic, crap everywhere, noise all hours, shitty food - it’s like every restaurant employs a British chef. Seeing people in the final throes of completely ruining themselves and their future. Being there while they do it and not being in a position to do anything about it. A padlock on my snail-mailbox because I don’t want the fraud squad returning my mail again (yes indeed, junkies steal your mail here). A house which is now less than optimum for a relationship that’s… evolved.

Contrasting that with my nice, quiet house in Brunswick, surrounded by noise and madness if you want it (but not too much, and it’s 200 meters from where I sleep not right outside the window), good, cheap restaurants, no/few junkies, much nicer feel…

Oh and the rent. Fuck me roman, the rent. I could upgrade my video card every month on what I’m gonna save on rent. The only drawback is that I’m back to taking the train to work… but I can deal with a 20min train ride if the trains are reliable and decent, which they are here.

I wont have a view of the bay anymore. I do not give a flying fuck. We will probably still have air conditioning (lolz @ putting in the aircon I bought for brunswick… into brunswick… a year after buying it), no bath and no dishwasher, hmmm, lived without them before it was fine with 2. Not so fine with 4-8.

It’s going to be great.

So why am I feeling like this?

Because in my cold, logical, strategist’s brain, the past year of living here in St Kilda has been written off as a colossal waste of time and money.

Rollback.

Something I equate roughly with driving towards a brick wall at 250km/h in a sports car with your foot flat to the boards on the accelerator, lifting off for 0.1 of a second and getting all self congratulatory over it.

A bit like jerking off over “emissions cuts”. IE letting your foot come off the boards bit but keeping it pretty hard on the accelerator. Or the people who decide to simply believe that global warming is a myth, which is like keeping your foot flat to the boards and shutting your eyes.

Except to complete my analogy, it’s your grand kids who hit the wall. And they inherit the car far, far, too late to stop it.

Global warming is real.

It is us doing it.

It isn’t the sun doing it.

There is general scientific agreement on it. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scientific_opinion_on_climate_change

It is going to be serious.

The consequences of those “few degrees” are dire, and immense.