It's a quite bothersome planet.
It is.
What a todo.
I ruddy think too much, that was always said of me, I think too much, it irks me.
Often, thinking too much sends you quite doolalley, you tell yourself it's worth it, for the odd glimpse of insight such past times give you.
Is it worth it?
Who knows? I'm not sure I'm qualified to give an answer.
Life IS a good thing. But it be one hec of a ruddy bothersome thing to fathom out in it's entirety.
I do wish this, that when younger, my mind had not as much, been pushed to it's limits of endurance and beyond, I wish 'everything' could just be, well, hmmmm just a tad more chilled out and relaxed. That'd a been very nice. It was a dream lost.
I think too much.
When I think too much and don't do enough I go round in circles, I even walk round in ruddy circles. All I want is a somewhat wonky straight line, all the way to a destination.
When you walk, you gather your thoughts. It's like BBC4, it gives you space to think.
Without the stress of course.
When I was younger, I had always dreamed one day of accomplishing one day a very long walk. The thought of a very long walk in some ways terrifies me, but that's when you get inactivity, like in winter time, you get lazy, it annoys me like mad. Anyway.
How do you go about walking a very long way? And this, how, if, when you are walking that long way, by through doing so in ones company, provides not so much use to anyone this exercise, if one is undertaking such selfish pursuit, without a meaningful goal in mind, that'd a be absurd.
It would be easy to do that actually, but I digress. Hmmmmm ruddy digresions.
Charity. I mean, as I walk I might as well raise money for charity. Why the hec not? In the UK I would support the RNLI. In France a charity dear to their people, in Austria the same, Italy likewise to my destination of Athens. I was just thinking, as you do, Athens popped into my head, and I thought, lets walk to Athens.
If I could raise money for some of you cantankerous bunch of balmpots, I'd probaly consider doing that too.
You know something? This is a conclusion I have been arriving upon.
I AM useless. Shat it, I don't need to hear your ruddy doodah words back soothsaying it is not so, that would be piffle, a pile of tripe. Or in my language, ... b*****ks, so please don't waste your precious time.
I mean I do like compliments. But I don't take them well. I blush, which is just not good. And then I feel all gooey inside which is really really stoopid. I need to be more self disciplined.
I'm good at cleaning and dishes. And I like making cups of tea. Pretty much everything else thusfar, I am ruddy hopeless.
Maybe that's just it, sometimes, in life, you feel like you're chasing your own tail.
What that means and where such an off the wall comment came from, I have no idea.
I think I want to walk to Athens. If not Athens, next winter through warmer climes than this country.
I hate stress. Sometimes I wonder about the various stress levels in various countries. Some countries look appetisingly cool places to live. Options, they're confusing too.
If I'm going off on one, I get the feeling I am, I'll shat it up now.
Bye