There’s too many things to get done, and I’m running out of mace
Well apparently my last post was a “little too much information” for some people, and I have the sore ear to prove this, although I think it still serves as a good reference point for all budding future male karate do practitioners… go figure!
That apart I have the uncomfortable feeling that I really haven’t moved any further forward from where I was a few weeks back, I may have even moved backwards on a few items, which is a buggarage and all of which is making me even less fun company to be with than usual.
Introspection is all well and good for a hormone overdosed teenager, who feels the whole world is against them, but for a forty *cough* year old it can be a little ridiculous, but here we are. Turn up, do what’s expected of you; smile, laugh, practise, teach, drink, chat …. leave quietly. All without actually being there in mind or spirit.
I am missing not having a motorbike at the moment, taking very long, very fast rides to nowhere. In my mispent youthdom, when in the same type of mood (when it wasn’t a ridiculous age to be as introspective) this was my favourite form of escape… at least for a little while.
Now I have a blog, a large music collection and a hidy-hole where I can be anti-social to my heart’s content. I think that’s progress?
……also I do worry that Creed, 3 Doors Down, Daughtry, Theory Of A Deadman, Seether and Stone Sour are not the sort of tunes to help my teenage regression… but DAMN! There’s some damn fine lyrics in there and is at least helping me to figure out some future blog post titles.
