So I have been asking people what they think of my blog posts. An egoistic task really. I am not looking for a compliment when I ask such a question, more so to have a chance to see if the other person has understand as I have intended.
This is hardly ever the response, it generally falls in to the area that either: A. You missed all the detail out, it makes no sense. OR B. How can you write such personal stuff in a public forum.
Now I have answered both of these questions before. I always leave the detail out because I write about such personal things I believe it is only fair if the ones I write about can only be known if you are already aware of the scenario.
So that task has got me no closer to finding out if I write in a good style, because everyone sees past my style? Maybe that proofs the point I was asking? Does it?
PS. Writtin in “The White Lion” in Soho.
So as I have now had time to find myself a bit. I start to see myself differently. Who knows if it is any clearer. I feel strong, no confident, not ballsy, but able to face the world from the sense of a closer rooting to me. If that makes sense, well then I need medial attention.
So I have spent the evening chatting to someone I met through my ciggy breaks. Had a good old chat. I now find myself on the Central Line heading back to EB to have a cheeky pint with a friend. Loud DnB in my ears as usual. Currently Stunna’s Halloween set. It rocks.
(Me wonders if this is one of my worst posts ever…)
I am by nature a hermit. Whenever I am I’ll, tired or generally just in that mood I tend to go into my personal cocoon. I don’t answer my phone or the door, I just tend to exist. Now I’ve been working from home the past two days due to being Ill and I was ignoring all the phone stuff and it seems I came across as ignoring on of my friends, well I wasn’t; in fact I was ignoring everyone.
Not sure if I should be going to work I’m still coughing like a crazy mad person…
Just at Acton Town, finally a seat, damn it’s cold. The again I might be weak due to illness and feeling the cold.
I find myself being stuck in a paranoia about my music volume level as I travel. The idea. came from a conversation in the pub last night. Not that I am saying it is their fault. Just I enjoy that discussion, and understanding differing views.
Even though I am in this paranoia I am still listening to my music loud. I am sure that people notice, it’s not I am trying to annoy them, it is to make the journey my own; I have very loud music. I can see some eyes watching me at this very moment. LoL, anyway nearly finished on the Jubilee so who know what occurs next?
Normally I write a post, re-read for safety/privacy the post up when back on a computer with inets. But today re-read with purpose, and re-understood myself. It’s a very hard epiphany to describe. Not in the religious context, more one of self discovery and observance, should that really be self analysis? Probably both. That is pritty much what was in my noddle for the last 15 mins. Nearly ready to change at Green Park. Then drinking till late in the evening/morning.. See you on the other side.