Not Waving But Drowning, then swimming.

In a change from the usual drivel, prior to me getting to the semblance of the point I am seeking, I shall simply dive into more drivel that no one will read.

Despite spending the last decade slowly building up my resistance to complete cunts (it’s ok, I won’t say Cunt again for all you sensitive Cunts).

Firstly, I would like to say that I am speaking from my own experience and from other like minded folk.

Following a complete blue screen of the mind last year I have spent a lot of time reflecting on the roots and causes.

Seemingly I have built up a life based on ‘rules for living’ which, for the most part, are in direct opposition to what I actually ‘Value’ in life.

Emotions are for the weak and not to be trusted.”

Whilst pushing folk away and acting like a bad Clint Eastwood Character, is a sure way to make sure you don’t get twatted – it has its limitations.

For example, if you are not open to others when no fucker will help you when you ‘don’t need it’.

Recent weeks have felt every movement I make is like a desperate wave from a drowning man.

But I am really trying to swim back to where I was.

I can tell you this from my perspective, that every soul needs to bleed and ignoring this is neither, ‘brave’ or ‘masculine’

https://youtu.be/dVNdTXEJv1A#

You have no idea how hard it is to not make a snippy remark and take it all back rn (right now)

“Its calling you my dear… Out of reach”

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