I’ve been single most of my life except for a brief disastrous marriage and am currently single and happy except that biology hates me.
Theoretically I know that it’s not all on me, but I’m still tired of my lack of skills for damping down the hate that is destroying us.
I have taken steps to ‘count myself in’ at the MPL MakerPlace, rather than being stuck on the idea that I have included myself out.
For mental health that you need to remember to take care of yourself, not just others, which explains the frustration I expressed in a previous post.
Well it seems I was down but not out. I’m getting back up and getting ready to continue the round. I’m stubborn that way…
A poem and comments on being imperfect and managing feelings about that.
I may sometimes seem like I “keep on ticking” no matter what happens. This is as much acting that way in order to try to make it reality…
It not “mirror, mirror on the wall” but the “sound of silence”. Have I annoyed the folks at Town Hall too much, or are they just busy?
More interesting to me is that only 3-5 percent match the INTP personality, explaining why I feel like ‘the odd one out’ in local gatherings.
Sadly this is not a post about a Blues music project during the Covid-19 pandemic. It’s just me whining about something unusual for me: boredom.