This may well turn into a self-serving ramble of no consequence, but then, isn’t that a feature of a lot of blogs?
Anyway. It’s been a while since I last wrote in here. What am I telling you that for? You can quite clearly see that for yourself. Is that a problem? Not neccessarily. I’ve evidently not had anything of note to share via this medium. So why now? Why not?
Also, I have my brain to unscramble. Two weeks (or is it three now?) into lockdown things have started to go slightly south. By that I mean wrong. Not that the south is wrong. It’s just a phrase. Perhaps the fact that I felt the need to explain what it meant indicates that it’s not a phrase in popular use. I don’t know. Okay, I just looked it up. It seems it is a known phrase. Where was I? Brain, unscramble, gone south. Right.
I like living on my own. I do. It suits me. I like the idea of living with other people, as a concept, but it really isn’t something I’m suited to. At least, not full time. Sometimes though, I think it would be good for me to have someone around to, quite frankly, slap me in the face and tell me to stop being an idiot. I’m reminded of an episode of Red Dwarf where Kryten designs a Rimmer style theme park with the intention of keeping Lister sane. I sometimes need something like that. Have you seen Red Dwarf? It was very good. The latter series have gone a bit south though.
So yes, sometimes I could do with a slap in the face. I have a tendency to dwell on things and amplify negative thoughts. I don’t need someone to tell me to cheer up – that would just be annoying. For that matter, having someone who slapped me in the face would be annoying as well. I don’t know. Perhaps that’s it – having someone to annoy me would keep me sane. What’s so great about sanity though? I think it could be over-rated.
Perhaps what I need is to take a step back, look at things objectively, and talk to you. As I have done. Sorted. Thank-you for listening.
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