I thought that my accumulated life experiences had led specifically and only to me; that my story was one of the six billion endlessly different stories of the people who are alive at this very moment on earth.
Then I started reading the weekend's papers and apparently my snowflake is regulation size and shape.
Example. I've got this thing about packaging so have decided to have a crack at growing some green edible-type things on my balcony, you know to cut out all those cardboard boxes and sealed plastic bags and cellophane-wrapped thing bits. It's all terribly wasteful and makes me rather upset, does all this packaging.
I thought the decision to grow some planty things was mine but no:
...with a new year under way, a number of gardening trends are becoming increasingly apparent... We are all trying to reduce our environment footprint and growing our own food is a good start.Ok, strike one. I've also been thinking I'd like to check out some of the second-hand clothes stores up the road but the fashion pages tell me vintage is all the rage this season, what given the hard economic times, and dahling everyone's doing it (it's just the trendites are calling it 'homespun chic').
SMH, January 3-4 2009.
Ok, strike two. And I had this great idea for a novel... it's about a futuristic amusement park where dinosaurs are brought to life through advanced cloning techniques. I call it 'Billy and the Clonesaurus'.
I know, I know, Michael Crichton and The Simpsons have both done this one already. As Apu says:
"Oh, you have got to be kidding. First you think of an idea that has already been done. Then you give it a title that nobody could possibly like. Didn't you think this through...[later]...was on the bestseller list for eighteen months! Every magazine cover had...[later]...most popular movies of all time, sir! What were you thinking?"Strike three I'm out. Is there nothing new in the world? I'd have a whiskey before breakfast except Noel Gallagher's done that already. Bugger.