My living room?</center>
It's been mentioned to me several times, mainly by people that live in Aberystwyth, that there seems to be some kind of weird vortex round here that once you get caught in it it's impossible to get out.
I've spent many a quiet evening pondering this sucky anomaly.
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Vortex
A spiral motion of fluid within a limited area, especially a whirling mass of water or air that sucks everything near it toward its center.
A place or situation regarded as drawing into its center all that surrounds it.
A spiral motion of fluid within a limited area, especially a whirling mass of water or air that sucks everything near it toward its center.
A place or situation regarded as drawing into its center all that surrounds it.
The first person to comment upon the fact that I may be a contributing factor to this inability to escape from Wales was my "housepet"
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housepet
Permanent resident of my sofa. Waif or stray usually encountered in the local pub who ends up coming home for tea and leaves some months later.
Permanent resident of my sofa. Waif or stray usually encountered in the local pub who ends up coming home for tea and leaves some months later.
I've had a few housepets. They stay for varying lengths of time, anything from a few weeks to a few years. The longest lasting one would be there when I got home from work with a cup of tea ready, sofa warmed and playstation all set up and ready to go, he moved house with me twice and outlasted three boyfriends.
housepet
Look mate, I've outlasted two boyfriends and I'll still be here when you're ancient history.
exboyfriend
Oh dear GOD! Is he still here?!?!
I don't think this is a phenomenon unique to Aberystwyth, it's not neccessarily me causing it, however do I think that the epicenter of our local vortex may well be my sofa.
I believe that it's a curse.
It's a curse put on anyone with any ambition whatsoever who happens to live in a small backwater town. We've been hexed by the universe, destined to chose between living out our lives in a small and safe place or making a bid for freedom by trying to bust our way out of the smalltown vortex and into the real world.
I came to the conclusion that it's never easy to leave a place where you feel wanted and important, comfortable and safe.
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Epicenter?</center>
There's always the fear of not making it, the creepy feeling in the pit of your stomach that tells you it's best to just make do with what you've got. The sensible bit of your brain telling you that the grass always looks greener on the other side. Your inner coward telling you that you'll only mess it all up and end up back here anyway.
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Escape Velocity
The only sure way of exiting the pixie-vortex. To achieve escape velocity you need to be travelling at light speed, in the right direction, destination as far away from here as possible and whatever you do....
DON'T
LOOK
BACK!
The only sure way of exiting the pixie-vortex. To achieve escape velocity you need to be travelling at light speed, in the right direction, destination as far away from here as possible and whatever you do....
DON'T
LOOK
BACK!
Escape Velocity is really the only way out. It's all about getting out of here as fast as your little legs will carry you.
But it's no good just getting away, there has to be a purpose, a mission, some kind of cunning plan. Without that essential element of "destination" you'll get caught by the bunjee and just get dragged back in.
In the 9 years that I've been here I'm yet to achieve escape velocity. I did it once, out of Essex, it wasn't too difficult. There was a lot keeping me there but the "destination" was a more powerful pulling force than the vortex I was in there. One day I'll escape from Aber, when I've found a new destination that has more appeal than my sofa.
And the housepets?
They attempted escape velocity with some degree of success. One even made it as far as Eastern Europe before he got bunjee'd back!
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