Easy Jet

Saturday 19th April Chopin. 1st piano.

Watched people on box. Americans. One had eighteen private jets, amongst other things, including a wife and children, whom he had to rush to get to (They all took this stance) how far is it from the truth? A very long way… (they also had to “relax!!! ) One man, a football player, had a five million pound jet… also to rush to his “wife and children” !!!
Difficult not to look very closely at these creatures, my conclusions are quite obvious.
I remain, sanguine, alone, “relaxed”. I never rush to my wife, because she is always here and whatever I wished to do, I would not need my own jet… The local brothel is just up the road, a cab ride… if I were that way inclined, a fraction of a fraction of the price of a getaway jet to no where, I would not have to hide my penchant from her, she would indeed come and sort the lady for me… haggling the price, no doubt… A paragon ??
Clearly these people are inundated with money and have no other way of expressing themselves, simply flaunt that which they have, as the majority of haves, do, mixed with a large amount of vulgarity and greater amounts of sex, spending endless time and endless money, seriously attempting to hide this other side to their existence. I once knew a man whose whole life was taken up by the charade of hiding his so called “mistress” from his wife. ..So long as it makes him happy… He thought himself so very clever at all the endless tricks he played. Another idiot. The stress helped bring on the cancer which killed him.
Difficult to see also “where they are” what happens when they “momentarily” dare stop, think, they do have that capability…. Interesting.
“Cannery Row” “Clean Slate” “Wages of fear” creep into my head.
Interesting also for me, is at least these people (or some of them) shared my conclusion about closing aircraft, vehicle doors, how they liked the delicate , soft, click, as a Rolls Royce… about the only thing I could ever see my having in common with these creatures, likewise, I am just another maggot to them.
I have a jet which I usually share with about two hundred other people… is there so much difference? I do not have to fly it, accept any responsibility for it, my forte, which has left me precisely where I now am.
Those people who do hear of my antecedents, always screw up their faces when wives, children and grandchildren, are mentioned, mine, whom mostly I have never seen, other than during the initial crescendo… “How could you walk away?! So many!!“ they screech. “Easy” is always my reply. Invariably they walk away… “disgust” written on their mean, screwed up faces, reflecting their mean, screwed up minds. Never, ever, considering/asking my position, my point of view, as always , as ever, as I have always been, a none starter.