Wow…four years since I last posted. I have changed, my world has changed, inevitably THE world has changed. New marriage, home, herd…same old fm. In summary, I have lost, found, loved, hated, learned and nearly died, not necessarily in that order
I am developing new skills every day as well as expanding on existing ones. I have a greater need to write than ever, not just for pleasure, but as a form of personal therapy and creative expression. I find myself seeking intellectual stimulation in a world saturated with brandspeak, textspeak, abbreviation and an excepional lack of grammar only to be confronted with the fact that this is the ‘way forward’ a requirement for success. This makes the bile rise in my throat and it is getting harder and harder to gulp it back and smile.
Perhaps turning forty is the impetus for this increase in introspection, retrospection…exospection, vexospection. Yes, I am fully aware that the last two words are not real, but creating nonsensical text to enhance flow seems to be de rigeur these days.
Misogyny and sexism is still sickeningly rife yet the pc crowd stampede against standards which Generation X grew up with and made the majority of us well adjusted adults
Our world is a terrifying place that is spiralling out of control and I wonder if the next generation can harness the wild stallion of chaos or if they will be trampled by flailing hooves. However, I am sure the previous generations considered this and it is clear that the primary need is for perspective and seeing the whole picture, not just events in isolation?