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Life and its lessons

Well, it’s been a funny old few months for me it has. Ya know, I’ve always known about the strange nature of humans since a kid, but really, these last few months have topped the situation right off.

It’s said that writing blogs, you have to try and put everything into context at the start, and frankly i don’t know how too, as there’s so much context to add; and In a way, I kind of don’t want to add context, as I’m happy just letting people assume what they like, therefore creating their own little false reality. I’m finding life is much nicer that way, rather than putting my own truth in their firing line. Yet there’s this burgeoning issue that is starting to arise, and that’s the constant barrage of shady looks, back stabbing attitudes and fake smiles. Which in all fairness, isn’t really bothering me to the point where it’s causing me distress, it’s more bothering to me in the sense that people are exactly what I always knew them to be… a little bit simple.

A mean, I can add some context to my current situation, which is currently homeless and living on the streets. I become homeless because I was living in accommodation that was not registered in my name, which became a problem when my work hours were dropped and I was not able to afford the rent. This lead me to being asked to leave two weeks ago. After leaving I jumped on Grindr and found myself some company with a half decent European hairdresser. Which was quite nice in all fairness, as I had some decent sex, got introduced to new drug called “Tina” and left the situation feeling prepared to move forward.

See, Tina is great and everything, but I don’t think I was prepared for the fact that it kept me up for 5 days without any sleep, until eventually I ended up at a bus stop and basically passed out. A mean, I think it’s all quite funny, and I impressed myself that I lasted that long. Yet, during this five day journey I found myself in London, Birmingham, Northampton and various other random places… Because one thing I’ve noticed about being homeless is the fact that you do have to keep on moving, because a shop doorway is not your home. It’s not where you belong.

So that’s why I went to London, because there’s some 8+ million people living there, and various amounts of people coming in from all over the country daily. There’s something quite comforting about that there is… being lost in the masses. Yet weirdly enough, it didn’t feel like I was lost in the masses, as there was a lot of familiarity there, and it was again quite comforting. See, it doesn’t matter where you go in the country, you’ll find a Wetherspoons where ya can get unlimited coffee for the day, and make yourself at home. I think I’ve been to a fair few different Wetherspoons now, and they are all very different in their own little ways. Yet, the similarities is the fact that they attract middle aged men, and their packs, they like to travel in groups I’ve found… I think it might be a comfort thing.

Now the one I visited in London was quite unique as it seemed to be full of barristers and solicitors. Then there’s me coming in after not sleeping for I think it was four days, looking rough as shit, and definitely looking worthy for the title of “crack head of the year”. Yet I got my coffee, I sat down, and made myself comfortable. There was a nice row of seats at the back, with a charging point nearby, which is pretty essential when ya don’t have anywhere to stay at night.

Now see, it was in this pub that I realized who I am, and what I’ve been up to, has rippled across this nation because there’s this dead giveaway sign… and that’s the way that people like to tap things when I’m around. They like to purposefully take things away from me, ya know, just to prove a point, that they have this innate ability and power to be able to do so.

I know the reasons for this, and it’s okay, because the balance must be restored. It’s just a shame that everyone is a bit too lost to understand how the balance works, and what the driving forces are behind this. See the thing is, is that suffering is an essential part of being alive, its an energetic expression. Yet as humans, we’ve lost touch with this knowledge, and we just let the energy run rampant, and don’t protect the people that are projected to be on such a path. because the information is there, it’s available to us. Yet, I’m sure you’re starting to learn, some people, based on genetics, are not worthy of such protection so they’re just left to suffer in their own little way.

Anyway, my time is up on the library computer so I will just accept the ramblings I’ve put across and go and get on with my day.