A Life Most Fortunate

I have just gone through and read all my previous posts.

My dear god, I am an immeasurable twit am I not?

So I shall get you few, you wondrous few, up to speed. I am once again back at my Fathers abode, but my father, not here. He is off and about the world entertaining the masses. As he should. His last couple of years doing "A real job" was not only painful for himself (I'm sure) but for those of us watching. A man of that talent is a veritable crime scene in such a job. And I shall say no more about it.

So here I am unemployed (yes, once again) but living in a mansion in the swanky part of town. It is a strange affair when one looks out from one's (well someone else's) balcony, knees shaking from malnutrition, and sees a wonderful view, knowing well that no one in an eighteen kilometer radius has ever looked though a bin for a cigarette butt. It's humbling, but backwards.

I quit my job because I could no longer handle people yelling at me. That is the be all and end all of it. I know in previous posts I have made fickle rants about my lack of enthusiasm of large company policies, but that was not it. I just could no longer handle being the brunt of others aggression. I have worked in pubs and call centres for going on fourteen years now and quite frankly I think I have used up my "Abused Because You're There" quota. Let a younger and more absorbent pleb run the gamut of idiots that only think in hindsight. Let a more robust and idealistic person try to argue the merits of reading "Terms and Conditions" before clicking "I Agree" to people who believe that the Duty of Care does not stop at actual breast feeding them facts.

I'm done.

So once again I blog to you without a foreseeable future. Once again do I display the characteristics of a shopping bag adrift on air currents yet without so much of the So Lovely Your Heart Will Burst but more of a Why Doesn't This Abandoned Shopping Bag Get It's Act Together And Make It's Way Back To The Shopping Centre And Do It's Job. That will make a lot more sense to those of you who have seen American Beauty.

So in summary, I'm here, I'm alive, I have no intention of going anywhere, and I ain't gunna give up until I do it right.

And there, I think, is essentially what everybody is doing.

Just most people are using more magenta than cyan.