My first thought when I came here today was,
'Oh God, I've gotta write something!'
Which is not what I should be doing at all.

You know how it is perhaps.

Something happened.
Something so big, so indescribably important, so completely bloody awful that I thought the world just ought to stop, that I ought to stop and that everything from that point forward just had to be different.

Only nothing changed.

The world goes on.
I go on.
And I'm the same. I still laugh at jokes, I still hang out online, read stories, go shopping, make myself something to eat and I enjoy those things.

It feels so wrong and I almost want to hate myself for being like that but I can't.

So curious this sensation, feeling guilty for being alive.

And when perhaps I am feeling a little less numb and wrapped up in myself, I might write something more appropriate.

Recognise the other person is you

Thanks for all the support! I appreciate it.
And a special thankyou to 'cos you helped get me started

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Those of you I watch may have noticed that I haven't been very active on dA recently.

So, what am I up to?

Burning fat, my friends, or at least that's the theory. Sorry it isn't anything more glamerous but there you go, real life seldom is glamerous.

Don't care was made to care, as the saying goes.

I got to crisis point, I didn't like the way I looked but even more important, I was extremely unfit. That meant I was courting heart disease, a whole bevy of cancers and, if I didn't do something about it, an early death.
I quite like being alive and well so I figured it was time to take action.

No fad diets, I'm just eating a little less and going for a walk occasionally.
Or to put it more truthfully, eating a whole lot less, cutting out all the crap and trying to manage at least a 5 mile walk every day.

I've cut my online time down too. Well, let's face it, you don't lose much weight sitting in front of a computer.

I hope you can forgive the lack of comments. I need to do this and I need to do it now.

It's going to be a long but hopefully very positive summer!

Recognise the other person is you

No matter what you meant to communicate, the response you get indicates what you did communicate
M. Micheals

ok, I've ranted in this journal, I've raved and I've got reactions.

What I achieved though all that besides publicly stating my position and learning valuable lessons about consequences and responsibility as a result of doing so, is questionable.

So let me point you in the direction of somebody a little older and I suspect much wiser than this poor fool.

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"It is really not important to be right, nor shameful to discover one has been wrong. Each of us has a right to decide what to believe, and none has a right to insist that others believe the same.

It can be helpful to offer information. But don't forget that in most cases, if the person who rejects your viewpoint is really mistaken, he'll know it eventually.

Be at peace. Differ gracefully. If a friend seems also occasionally to be a fool, remember that the Divine Fool wears a lot of hats and is bl3essed in any of them."

I can recommend all of the Amethyst Lectures.
I guarantee they will give you food for thought and it's pretty wholesome food in my opinion.

Let me know what you think.

Please note: The lectures are copyright and are quoted and linked to with the author's knowledge and permission

Recognise the other person is you

Recognise the other person is you

One reason I'm very glad I'm living where I am and not in the country of my birth, is the current hysteria in the UK over the issue of immigration.

I got this from the BBC today:

Immigration minister Liam Byrne said that the British public was "right to demand changes to Britain's immigration system... 2008 sees the biggest changes for 45 years including a points system... a single border force, compulsory ID cards for foreign nationals and the reintroduction for a system to count people in and out of Britain so we know precisely who is here."

Well of course there wouldn't be any Brits living and working abroad now, would there?

And if there were, we wouldn't mind being treated like that, would we?


Britain? Count me out!

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