inapropriate words,the forgotten ones and 'that view'

wow.that is fast becoming one of my favourite words to use.just because it feels like it adequetly discribes the feeling right now.some things are so good it is hard to believe.if you forget the 'bad' things and concentrate on the good life is amazing.that's his word.as i type i am looking out on the most beautiful view.flat 74,the lights of the whole city,and beyond.it sounds ridiculous but i could stare out for hours.i do not know how anyone can not be enthused and fascinated by the lights in the dark.just think,every one of those tiny lights in houses represents people,and each person has there own little spheres,lifes,problems,worries,joys,good times.i am fascinated by people.interaction,stories.life!take for example a couple of weeks back.i boarded the train home from watford junction and an old woman was waving goodbye to her family who were on the platform.as the train pulled away she began to cry.i looked over and asked if she was okay(why do we do that?someone obviously does not cry if they are okay,no?)she replied that she was going to her sister's funeral.i didn't know what to say.so i offered her to come and sit with me.we started to chat and she told me how she had also lost her husband and her twin brother,actually tragic stories.her husband worked for chanel anfd she used to get sent a bottle of no.5 every year at christmas.and her family back in manchester were from the same parts of town as me.for those 3 hours we talked about everything.family,love,careers and general chat.see this is what the southerners lack.we are 'people persons' no?anyway,as we got into piccadilly station she gave me a hug and said "thank you so much,you've cheered me up alot,thank you".i had that good feeling inside,you know?we live in a society where we all firmly keep ourselves to ourselves.'britishness' provails as neighbourhoods diminish,who can honestly say they feel comfortable leaving their doors open anymore?it is ridiculous.no wonder we have so many social and crime problems when we lack the ability to get on with one another.anyway,today.yes.i started to grasp it,you know.the course,journalism.i expected so much more writing,me sat at a desk with my feather and ink pot,no,but just..more writing.i hate the modern technology element(how ironic i am documenting that in an online blog...).my career goal has somewhat been changed over the last few weeks.journalism is a definate,just type.i am still focused on print,yes,but genre,i haven't a clue.it is all too easy for me to daydream of anna wintour herself calling me into the vogue u.s office after being headhunted and making me the new editor...somehow i feel this is doubtful.one can dream,no?in other aspects,i dream of people leaving me alone.not the ones i adore,no.just,yes.why is it that people do not show interest when you put in so much effort,but then when you release all contact they want to worm their way back in.it is irritating to say the least.i do not care about what you have to say because it's fabricated lies to fill your boredom.you're part of the very forgotten ones.the new ones,yes yes yes."i think i think"eugh.i'm no good with words.but i shall say this.this view is amazing.it is so peaceful here i can gather all my thoughts.i miss him and the smile.i miss her and her "hi." and her hair.i miss them and their jokes.but others,no others aren't missed.a part of my good nature feels sympathy,but reader,karma comes back around.and we must conduct ourselves accordingly.x