I was thinking many things on my drive to drop Flo to the studio.

One recurring thought was how often people tell me they hate me, yet they just can’t seem to get enough and still wish for me to be around.  Sad but true.

I am me, and I make no apologies for myself.  If I ever do, please note that I am being sarcastic, for if you knew me, you would know that I NEVER apologise for being myself.

On occasion I have had to apologise for mistakes (I am part human after all) however this is so rare, that it is quite a nice surprise for both parties. (Me and the bastard, that’s made me miss my perfection target by 1%)

So please understand that I am NOT saying I am the greatest thing since sliced bread, or that I am better than anyone else in anyway.

I’m like marmite, love me or hate me, or just hate to love.  Hmmm.

I have so many thoughts, about life, and wars, and governments and politics and the police and people and science and dreams and stuff.

Why do I spend so much time talking about myself?

Rather than always have an objective opinion about a perspective that is relative by nature, I prefer to try and explain the understanding that I have about life objectively and I do this best by relating it to myself.

If I could get in the mind of a cat, or an ant, or a piece of chewing gum on the sidewalk (kerb in the UK, Yes I’m Americanised already, I DARE you to call me a sellout!) and I am also painfully aware that chewing gum doesn’t have a mind of its own, or does it?

ANYWAY, the point is that, I have none at all.

And that will either piss you off, or you may be pissing yourself with laughter….

Or a mixture of both.

I prefer the latter.

But that’s just an opinion. 😉

 

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