Strangers gather

This arvo I attended my great-grandmother's 90th birthday party. She didn't recognise anyone and appeared dazed and confused most of the time. She asked me "So where are you headed?" A pertinent but unanswerable question. She had a cake, a big yellow one. She ate the strawberries off the top and dropped the green tops neatly onto the floor under her wheelchair. That's what I'm going to do when I am old. If I can't be shot, which if I ever reach such a state of infirm would be my desire, I will spend my time doing vague things like that, dropping rubbish, eating other people's food, interrupting conversations to talk about random nonsense. That's something to look forward to aye! The party was attended by a rather large number of relatives who I don't know. It's weird to stand in the same room as all these people who have all descended in some way from this one woman and yet have nothing to talk about with them and furthermore, little interest in talking to. Strangers get thrown together under the pretence of "family gatherings" all the time, it's so awkward I wonder why we still bother.

Anyway, tomorrow I have an interview with some bloke at a cafe in Flinders St. It's hardly what I want to do, but it's a lot more money than what I'm doing now!