Life.

Aye. Its a slog, at times.
There are a lot of us on here who know exactly how you are feeling.
You know that.
There might not be a fix, right now. But, it should be comforting to know that you are not alone and there are many of us who know what you are feeling and that it is real and valid.
This society we have built just doesnt suit a lot of us but we are obliged to conform.
 
Rolls along and teaches us nothing
So why am I still around waiting for something?
Do you have the answers to all of my questions?
Maybe not, but I'd like to hear your suggestions.

Bluetones, Talking to Clary.

Keep fighting AET - things always get better
So my long lyric would be (not that anyone cares )

So I look back upon my life
Forever with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
 
It isn’t. It’s short and something we don’t get two goes at.
It can be painful, confusing and bewildering at times. It can cut so deep, that it can seem to pass right through the whole of us.
It can be joyful and surprising. Embarrassing and funny. Melancholy and beautiful.
There’s a lot of colour out there. And I hope you don’t think I’m being patronising, I’ve suffered with depression my whole life and it’s crap. Sometimes a new pair of spectacles is needed.
Things often are not what they seem. Take a breath and a walk, then take another look.
It might seem different, from another angle.

I sound like s ****, but it’s well intended
 
I stay off after the poor performances. The toxic and entitled reactions are bonkers
On Saturday, my son and his wife came to our just after halftime and I turned the game off and shut the computer down. Any other time I would have scattered them but the poison was rising.
 
On Saturday, my son and his wife came to our just after halftime and I turned the game off and shut the computer down. Any other time I would have scattered them but the poison was rising.
I love football. Loved playing football- not that I was any good, but that image of the six weeks holiday, getting up and running outside with a ball and playing nonstop (other than being shouted in to eat something) until it was dark, day after day, was my childhood really.

I just don’t identify with the players or, even less, with the fans.

The anger and mob mentality, it’s not for me.
 
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