June 18, 2013

Some actual words

You know, it’s been quite a long time since I last wrote any significant number of words on this blog. Yes, I know there was that thing last week but I actually wrote that aaaages ago.

You may also have noticed that I haven’t been around in the comments much either. The sad truth is that last week, things took a turn for the heavy. Nothing fatal, I hasten to add, I just got into that situation where small and medium-sized things were piling up on top of each other. Normally I’m a fairly together kind of guy, I take each challenge in turn, figure out a plan of attack, and approach them calmly and collectedly. But last week it was all coming at once, my balance was upset, and it left me unable to function in my usual level-headed way. Fortunately, the combination of a weekend camping with good friends ((the aforementioned Gammidgies)), and the nurturing support of the fabulous Karen and the no-nonsense Bernard, enabled me to kick off Monday in a far more satisfactory manner, and now here we are on Tuesday evening with the worst of the shite already shaved off and I’m feeling quite a great deal better about the world in general.

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Had I written this post two days ago, it would have been just pages upon pages, screeds and screeds of grumbles and complaints and whines and whinges and moans and mithers and all that cathartic stuff. Which would give a certain insight into my psyche while at one of my lower ebbs, it’s true. Whether or not you think that would be a good thing is really a matter of your own personal opinion.

One of the greatest aspects of the Internet is also one of its big hitches. When you’ve got instant connectivity to half the world’s population, you can find like-minded souls pretty quickly. But you also begin to realise fairly soon how unspecial you are. There’s always someone smarter or more talented than you. And there’s also a few million people with real problems, which means that when I complain about the problems I’m facing in my own life, these occasional little blips in a sea of middle-class idyll, I’m aware of the fact that I’m probably coming across as a petulant little tit. Heck, maybe one day I’ll have real problems of my own, and I’ll look back at this post and think “you petulant little tit.”

And this, my friends, is why I can’t bring myself to do the catharsis thing. I don’t think I’ve earned the right.

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Your word for the day is ichor.

Pete

4 thoughts on “Some actual words

  1. Everyone has problems. Everyone is on the sunshine-shit scale. Pretty much everyone is unlikely to be the person in the world having the shittest day.

    Regardless of our place on the scale, we have the right to see and be seen, and to share our truth, at that time, in that moment, and receive empathy and compassion in return.

    You don’t need to earn the right to catharsis, it is yours already, whether you feel comfortable using it in such a public forum or not.

    Don’t be so hard on yourself.

  2. What she said. Also, you can’t just not feel, on the basis that most other people feel better or worse than you do. That’s terribly unscientific.

  3. Terribly unscientific, and appallingly *manly*. Where’s that feminine side?

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