This blog is just personal scribble, thoughts and comment from me, with no actual pretence of being anything other than that. Enjoyable for some, irritating for others, that I'm sure of. Have fun.
The Day. The days creep by, nothing really happens, everything is ordered except the chaos in my mind. I usually wake up around 7 am, lie awake for 10 minutes, then I go downstairs and grind the coffee beans ready for breakfast. Routine is good; it gives a sense of order. After breakfast, my wife and I went ‘shopping’ for the few essentials we thought we might need during the day. We’re not the sort of people who stock up on food; we get our daily meals from the local shops. We don’t plan ahead. We also have plenty of local shops selling fresh vegetables and fruit, great bakeries, and small supermarkets. We live in a multi-cultural area, which is fast becoming taken over by the ‘trendy middle class,’ the guys with ‘man buns, the cargo bicycles with children as freight. The people who sit in coffee bars, taking an hour to drink a coffee while they stare at a laptop screen, giving the impression that they have a job of some kind. It seems this is always the way: the run-down areas ...
It's all very 'bon' to call it a Scone, But I've always known You should call it a Scone. But I wouldn't moan when eating the Scone If the cream's not gone feel free to say Scone
Authenticity Paradox. A man once asked me, “Who are you?” Back then, I couldn’t answer him. I was in India, searching for myself and trying to figure out who I really was. Later, I realised the real me was schizophrenic. So even now, it depends on how I feel. That last part was a joke, by the way. Can you picture a spiritual person with schizophrenia, always searching for themselves? That would be a quest with no end. Anyway, moving on. I often wonder who I really am. I don’t have many real friends—maybe none—and I never feel comfortable in large groups of people who aren’t me. What does it even mean to be ‘authentic’? Once you start thinking about it, you can’t really be it. Chasing authenticity is like searching for the holy grail—does it even exist? If you read too many books or watch too many YouTube gurus talk about authenticity, you end up so focused on it that it just turns into a kind of ‘cosplay’. This is how I act when I’m trying to be authentic… Humans are funny. The b...
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