I'd like to think I'm a wary optimist in a glass half-empty kind of a world. I try to to find humour in the world. Humour, even black humour can light the darkest situation, if that’s not a contradiction!
I love the twists and turns, the layers and half-steps that is the English language. Books, imagination are important to me. Ever since I was a kid I found if you have imagination you're never alone, lonely or sad. Just turn the page.
I enjoy travel, under the usual financial constraints, and being a parent helps in not letting me become a moody introspective naval gazer. I hope. let me meditate on that... At the end of the day if you can't laugh at life's idiocy, you can at least smile. Wryly. In a crazy Trumpean world, if you can't smile, there's only despair, and let's not go there. Smile.
Into each life a little rain must fall
And for Donny it has begun to spit,
He can’t get his way and get his wall,
Aww, poor babe, Don can’t get over it.
When it’s the rich privileged life you live,
Of having it made, and always being obeyed,
When it’s always take take take and never give
Don’t tell Don to take lemons and make lemonade.
Don asks for nothing more
Than to simply have his way,
So off he goes, and slams the door-
Left, and gone with nothing good to say.
But it is not Don’s way to quietly sit and pout,
To sob in silence, save for the tears sad patter patter,
And so, in true tantrumpian fashion Don lets it all out-
Taking all that crap against his wall ain’t no piddling matter.