Are You My Nemesis?
An introduction? OK.
Salutations from the green and pleasant land we called England. Only it's a bit grey and unpleasant and the moment, but I won't hold that against it. It's home and is probably likely to be my home for the rest of my life.
As Ray Davies put it;
"I was born, lucky me, in a land that I love".
Having said that, that doesn't make me patriotic in the general sense of the word. England's history has a very shady past and some of it not exactly yet consigned to what we traditionally refer to as history. Then again, who's perfect? You? Certainly not me.
I am in my thirties. I left the confusing but glorious oasis of the twenties a few years ago and now find myself trying harder than ever to figure out what life is about. I also try my best to right wrongs, but differ in my methods from the full on anger of my youth. I'm also more flexible than I used to be - although I'm just talking about my mind. If only I was talking about my body.
I don't do drugs, but I don't condemn others who do, as long as they're not hurting others because of the financial implications of their habit or being a complete anti-social and dangerous dick in public because they're high. Otherwise, live and let live, Give Peace A Chance and all of those other cliches I was raised on.
I don't like to label. The moment someone attempt to put a label on my, I attempt to wriggle out of it. Stereotyping is evil. It creates hatred. Individuality is everything and a positive co-operating society of fully functioning individuals is my personal utopia.
That's about it from me for now. I'm sure I will enjoy conversing via the modern wonders of computerised text with many of you over my indeterminate time on these here forums.
Sir Digby Chicken Caesar.
ps. Has anyone seen my sidekick, Ginger?
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