Stories, Rhymes and Brain fallout.

  I heard a rumour that all the really ‘cool’ people will be at the protest, the protest where you had to be, it was in a square with that nice looking little coffee bar, full of laptop warriors and baristas with art school backgrounds. The protest went well, we all shouted what the problem was with that ‘thing’ it was about, then we rounded it off with a fair trade Latté served by a spotted minimum wager, in the bar where the wifi is perfect.   The anarchists had a good turn-out I felt, some old commie with hammer and sickle badge was selling ‘class war’ coasters, the gays were out in numbers, there was some tensions between the Trans and the Feminists, but   generally all stayed peaceful. On the way home I was feeling ecstatic I treated myself to a new T-shirt the guy with the stall was selling, a percentage of the profit was going to a project in Africa, where ironically the T-shirt will be heading soon in some landfill. I shouldn’t wear T-shirts with slogans at my age...

  Probably you are okay. Maybe we are all searching too much, I mean the internet and podcast spheres are full of self-help advice, as if we all are missing something.   Maybe we are all ok as we are, ok there will be always people who are trying hard to rid themselves of traumas that have an effect on how they live their lives, but that isn’t the majority.   Maybe it’s ok that some of us are introverts, some of us are extroverts, some are hyper active some are happy to just sit their lives out, Maybe it’s ok not to be motivated, not to have plans or goals, maybe your goal is to work less and sit more in the garden and read a book, what’s wrong with that?   All this ‘achieve your goals’ shit makes people feel insufficient in some way, always thinking that in some aspect of our lives we are just not good enough, maybe ‘the way we are is the way we should be’, we are not some performing dolphins that have to keep jumping through the hoops to please others.   We ar...

  Review, review, review. I never saw myself as an expert on anything. I mean, I know my job. Still, I would never call myself an expert. At best, all I know is how it works for me. Yet every day I open my email, and there they are, the mails, asking me to review whatever I have bought or signed up for that particular day or week. “Nigel, how would you rate our performance in delivering the parcel you ordered?” How am I supposed to answer that? Did the truck driver have a bad day? Was he encountering highwaymen keen on stealing my parcel? Did he have to fight them off? What is the usual way parcels are delivered? I ordered it and a few days later it arrived at my house. That’s it, end of contract. How do I ‘rate’ that? Is it 0-5 stars? I’d say 5, but I don’t know the whole story. The driver might have had a long lunch, which caused at least a half-hour delay. I need to know the details. If you want me to ‘rate’ your performance, please give me the whole story.  “Nigel, you rec...