…how my hit rate would change if I put a picture of my naked backside on here. Evidently, although my mind can wander to depressing and thought-provoking things, both the sublime and ridiculous often pass through.
I was talking to someone on Messenger today, and something struck me as odd. Actually, two things. One, that happiness is a fickle thing: it doesn’t necessarily come to those who seek it, or those that choose not to. Two, I am quite a deceptive fellow. I do not mean to be - people just seem to read me wrong. Although it adds to my “mystique”, people find it difficult to understand me.
An extension of that chain of thought, I wish Deano would unblock me. I know he reads this blog too, the bastard!