things on my mind.

not sure where to begin as it happens. would like to say that i could start at the start, and give a resounding middle, and end with a flourish, however the quandary is, at what point in the narrative of what is on my mind, do i start, and where exactly is the finish line?

interesting to me, when people around me start to whine and complain about whatever it is they are whining and complaining about. the weather is chief amongst the issues at times. wow. yes, it’s 30 degrees C where you are.. but in places in Iraq and regions, the temps were over 50 the other day, and in Al Haif today, (Iraq) it is 47. So, 30 is, what, hot? Drink more water, or stay inside.

I hear all the time how stressed people are. About this thing or that thing. People have friends, family, a support network, yet they look to me to solve their fucking problems. And yet, well, just and yet…

I hate waiting. I’ve been waiting since February for one aspect of a project to begin, and it is down to the last week now, so it’s been an arduous process. One that has been filled with bullshit, outright prevarication, vague words, and more outright bullshit. However, down to the short strokes now, so once that is done, a number of other things are able to be unleashed. 38 week plan for one of them. That I am looking forward to. Of course, at the end of it, comes a 52 week jaunt, but that one will be easy.

Where to now St Peter…

It is interesting to me, how, when life is stressing folks out, all they can see are their own petty little issues. Well, I say petty because that’s all I hear from those that message me. Small, shitty little things. Like a fucking phone bill, or rent, whatever. Fuck me. You could be in Yemen, or the Ukraine, or Texas, and facing not only life changing, but life ending situations, and you complain that your phone isn’t working? Fuck off.

A fucking phone. Phones, smart ones at any rate, should be fucking banned. Let’s go back to dial up… LOL

People love to tell me what to do. Or how to do. I find it funny. Fuck off. Attend to your own lives, and leave mine alone. Oh wait, you can’t. I have to pay for your life, so mine isn’t worth anything.

Huh.

Surprised a former colleague with a gift the other day. Nothing big. Just a bag of wine gums, but it created a smile. So that was nice. Door was opened for a renewal of dialogue. Not walking through it though.

Closed ( I hope fervently) another door yesterday. That one though, was more of a swinging, or revolving door with no way of latching it, so hopefully the latch that was installed takes, and I can relegate that door to the hallway of past bad memories. One can only hope, can’t one?

Still on my weight loss journey. A blip here and there, but back on the down elevator, so to speak, so let us see what this week brings. I know where I want to be, so that’s where I am heading. Well, past where I want to be as it happens, but first I need to get to where I want, then go past it. If that makes sense.

Why do people feel it is imperative to ‘post’ things on whatever social idiocy account they have? Sometimes multiple accounts? What drives that madness? Why are we so hell bent on telling the world about our daily lives? Are we that insecure that we have to get validation constantly?

I for one, have no social media, as I think it is a cancer on society, and the only real outlet I have is here, and no one reads this anyhow. Well, not no one, some do, but the list is very small. Mainly I post here just to get stuff out of my head to make room for the myriad other bits and bobs messing about in my brain.

Plus, I like writing. In the past, I did have blog sites that were read, by many as it happens, but now, as mentioned, I just do it for me.

At any rate, I need to keep on with my day, so for the nonce I will love you and leave you.

As always, I wish for you to be healthy and happy, and not in any conflict areas,

And, as always,

I bid you,

Peace.