Simplicity

Well, it’s been a long day today (still struggling with the internal body clock after BST reverted to GMT over the weekend) but I feel good. Actually, I really should be quite stressed, but it seems that I'm not. And I haven't even smoked a spliff, because I only smoke in company, and even then not very often. Maybe it's something in the water.

Anyway, I’ve just watched a particularly emotional episode of EM:HE (fucking programme – I hate it) followed by some footie (sorry NML) and I’m typing this in between adding to my business plan for a meeting with the bank manager on Monday afternoon. The good news? When he asks for a business plan I won’t have to just sit there with a vacant expression on my face. I'm pleased about that, because I want their money, or at least a promise of it if I need it!

Right. I posted the rather sad story about my car a couple of days ago, and it kind of amused me (and touched me) to see how outraged everyone was at the damage that had been caused. Thanks, by the way, I appreciate the thoughts and the sympathy. It occurred to me, though, that I was less angry than anyone, and I decided to just post something – a short synopsis – of my philosophy of life by way of an explanation.

It’s probably fair to say that my adult years haven’t been easy. Although I post in a very open and personal way on here, there’s much that I don’t write about and may never do so. In a lot of ways I’m a very private person, although the anonymity in the blogosphere preserves that privacy even when I’m talking from the heart. Does that sound strange? Maybe not…

These days, and despite that rather difficult past, I’ve succeeded in doing something that a lot of people find hard to achieve… I’ve got to a place mentally where I’m really happy with myself; I’ve (more or less) come to terms with everything that constitutes my past; and I’ve concluded that much of the peace with the world that I feel comes from living my life with the objective of... well, simplicity. It seems to work for me, and although I’m not quite sure how I’ve got here from the very different place in which I used to be, I do know that part of it is that I won’t allow myself to get upset for long (if at all) over things that are beyond my influence. So when I left GG’s apartment and saw the mess that used to be my car, my only real concern was the easiest way to get it sorted. Yes, I was annoyed. But staying annoyed wouldn't have restored the car to the condition it was in when I parked it the night before. So it was wasted energy.

GG couldn’t quite understand where I was coming from. She was knocking on doors, talking to passers by, and trying to get through to the local police; I was leaning against some railings, smoking a cigarette, and just wondering why anyone would want to do something like that. Then I went home and tried a couple of different ways to get it off. And you know what? The most simple approach was the most effective. Later GG phoned and said that she was proud of me... it took me a second or two to figure what she meant, but when I did it meant something to me.

Well, I’m not sure if any of this was worth reading, but the good news is that my next post will be for HNT, and I’ve agreed with NYM to fulfil my obligations with regard to my derriere. I now have a photo of said derriere, which will be on my blog come midnight tomorrow for all to… errr, behold. But I’m still saying “No Dick Shot”! So don't even ask...