I live my life by instinct. Instinct rarely lets you down. Like gut. Either you are sick or you aren’t. Throw up or don’t.
Occasionally I will ignore instinct when it comes to people. Rarely will I be disappointed. Ignore instinct now, throw up later.
There are arseholes out there. Figuratively speaking. I wouldn’t begrudge anyone their exit. After all: What goes in must come out.
Say what you like about the internet’s version of penfriend, the one you never meet because, like in olden times, you live miles apart. However, in those olden times we had patience with each other, we penned ourselves down to the first knuckle of our middle finger. Now? In the blogging world? Dear dog in heaven, rare the find who will entertain more than a morsel of a soundbite in their “comment box”. Well, fuck you too. Either I have dialogue with you or you just monologuezise. Is that a verb? No idea. Make up crap as we go along.
Thanks for letting me bend your ear. Am very annoyed this minute.