Second Attempt

Hello! How are we all?

It’s been so long since I’ve sat down to write here that it felt remarkably strange, entering my user name to log-in to this unforgotten place.

I hope the title above these words doesn’t alarm anyone as I have mostly positive points to share.

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It’s been another long time since my previous post and I’d like to begin by wishing a warm and Merry Christmas to everyone who happens upon this post! :-) Oh, and I also wish you the very best of success for 2015!

A friend of mine often writes about inner critics (of course, she’s not the only one) and I’m no stranger to effects of self-destruction and low-lying self-esteem.

For while now [to put that in to perspective – I think I first entertained this thought sometime before my last post!], I’ve had it in mind to re-assume writing down my thoughts and until very recently, I’ve been brilliant at creating every excuse not to do this… Then, last week, I finally bought myself a notebook and over the weekend, I grabbed a spare pen to place ink on the first page!

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Psychological Correctness

It’s been a long time but I’ve been doing alright. Another absence; lots that has happened; other things that have yet to change but I’m getting by. Without further ado, I’m going to press on with this post!

For a while now, I’ve been a fan of Hank Green‘s work in front of the camera. I knew him first as a presenter on SciShow (as in the video below) and more recently, I’ve discovered that he has a more personal channel (Vlogbrothers) with his brother John (who seems to actually be pretty famous for someone I’d never heard of) and then there’s Games With Hank, where he plays a selection of computer games on a near-daily basis.

Below, I’ve chosen a video that represents everything I believe to be awesome about this guy as a presenter (I think he also produced it, which is even better). He’s talking about a taboo subject and yet he makes his points clear, he has a charismatic way of capturing the audience and I find it hard not to agree with him on this. Please watch the video below and I don’t think I’ll need to say anything more.

As a humorous sidenote to end; did you ever watch Boy Meets World in the 90s? Do you agree that Hank looks like a grown-up version of Stewart Minkus?! ;-)

Thank you and please share the video.

PS. This is me being pedantic and perhaps misunderstanding… But are these terms actually psychiatrical (if that’s even a word?!) and not merely psychological?…


I’ve made a decision to come here and write, after a second consecutive day of doing little more than lounge around on the settee. Why I’m here, I don’t now. I’m struggling to make sense of all that’s been bothering me the last few days but even if I’m able to organise it all on this screen, then why am I doing it? What’s the purpose? What will I gain that will prevent me from doing the same next weekend?

I’ve been reflecting quite heavily on efforts I’ve made in the previous two years to try and help myself; namely counselling and attending self-help courses in CBT. All I’ve really learned is that I don’t want to help myself; that I have not done any of this for myself. Each time, I’ve secretly been doing it the hope that someone would love me and perhaps view me slightly differently to the person they already know.

There’s something I’m afraid to write and I don’t think I’m going to share it in this post either. Does that mean I’m afraid to face up to it? At the same time, I strongly believe it will happen some day.

I’ve been entertaining thoughts about doing more self-help and yet, my ambition remains the same. This isn’t to help me. I’m questioning the significance in helping yourself when you spend so much time alone anyway. If I’m broken inside or whatever, at least I’m not a threat to anyone else.

What keeps me going?

Hope. I’m aware of the fortunes I’ve had in meeting several women in the last 2½ years, yet I am still single and alone. What’s not helped me personally this weekend is to learn that someone I am fond of is suddenly dating someone new. I feel overlooked and I fear being replaced and unwanted. Inside, I know I don’t have the energy or will to meet anyone new – for fear that I’ll only end up with the usual round of disappointment. There is still one star in my sky I hold out for… It’s very distant and a very recent discovery. There’s every chance it’ll be gone before I get to glimpse it again but it feels like this is the only reason I continue. Once that fades, I just don’t know.

Am I seeking attention with this post? And, if I am then, respectfully, what good are the words and sympathies from people I’ll never know? Sorry, that sounds harsh.

What does the real world care? As long as I’m on time tomorrow morning and don’t clock out early at the end of the week… We’re set free at the weekends but they know where we belong.

I feel there’s more I could right here but the words have departed. However high I get, I will always fall back down. But what’s the point of climbing back up when you don’t enjoy your destination?

What is Right?

I sit here, beginning to write, at a time when I should already be tucked up in bed. I’ve been wanting to share this. I’ve felt a need to take these invisible words, to set them out on a blank screen and to try and make some sense of it all. But for other commitments, I would’ve completed this a couple of hours earlier. I’m not low but I may be on the verge of falling in love.

Over the past weekend, I met someone. Our rendezvous was planned in advance; an encounter we’d been thinking of for several weeks prior. This was not borne of a dating website, although social media was involved.

I had my expectations and, to put it simply, I saw this woman as stunning in the physical form, even before we met. I assumed she’d be intelligent and, based on the manner in which we agreed to meet, it was clear that we shared at least one common love.

Over the last 2 years, I’ve been fortunate to have met several women. Some who I now consider friends; others who I’ve attained to be more. I’ve met with the social awkwardness and the comfort to be found in good company. I must admit, I had some hope for this latest greeting. Yet, in spite of all I could imagine leading up to the event; I hadn’t envisaged meeting with someone where it just felt right.

I can’t really explain it any better than that. In the past, I’ve had good feelings but I couldn’t honestly say they were mutual. I could be wrong again here. I’m not trying to say as though I’m in love with this girl. Yet, I feel as though I could so easily fall over that edge. Because I want to. I want this like I’ve never wanted anything else before.

She’s got the kind of intelligence I really value; an attribute sadly lacking from someone of whom I’ve allowed (previously) to do little more than deplete me. I’m gradually letting one kite sail away as I move on to set sail beneath skies bearing less of a storm.

At the end of it all, all she really wants is to be able to return home to a quiet life. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city. An open space with room and time to unwind. Too often, I might people who can’t live without the bright lights and ever-present noise. I feel almost as if the wind direction is changing and as though things might be about to turn in my favour… We’ve only met once but we seemed to complement each other rather well. One thing I am certain of is that we’re both keen to meet again, when it’s mutually convenient.

For the rest of the day, I carried a smile that provided previously unbeknown motivation. After arriving home, I marched soon in to a social interaction with confidence like I’d never known before… It was if a rocket was trailing from behind me! One day passes and I still hold on; I question whether my feelings are beginning to grow. By the second day and a return to my weekday ‘routine’, I’m feeling lost and very distant from the memory; my smile is now a secret. Come the next day, I just want to run in the opposite direction, in a desperate attempt to relive a moment that’s already passed.

I’m not currently in love with her and I’m filling my head with all kinds of questions and uncertainty… But I still maintain that it felt right. There’s a chance romance could one day develop. A high probability exists that we shall meet again. But I fear what will happen if I’m found out and unprepared. What if I’m wrong again?

You are the third person I’ve told; the second for whom I have shared a little more than the absolute basic details. I’d like to apologise to a friend of mine who may be reading this, as I haven’t yet told her about this… You might have an e-mail coming your way!

I’d like to end this post by sharing another Pearl Jam song. This one is by no means indicative of my mood. It’s how the music, the melody and all the chords (with a vague recollection of the lyrics) are a background tune to my regular thoughts. I admire this song, just as I can admire one woman beyond another.

Thanks and good night!


This post will have nothing to do with the Eminem single that rose Dido high and up in to the limelight in the earls 00s… Even though I’ve ironically been subjected to listen to that artist’s ‘noise’ over the past few days at work!

Link to Stan on Amazon

Today, I want to write about the autobiography of Stan Collymore; a former-Premier League footballer (soccer player) who, later on in his short-lived career, received a diagnosis of borderline personality disorder.


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Edge of Tomorrow

This isn’t the kind of music I would usually select to share. It’s far too ‘charty’ for my preferences and I hear almost daily on the radio at work (via stations I’m unwillingly forced to listen to by my colleagues… Yes stations as it the plural sense!).

A few weeks ago, I went to the cinema alone to watch Edge of Tomorrow. It was a late showing and, in fact, I think it was the first night of the film’s release. I really quite enjoyed the film, unsure of what to expect as I don’t tend to keep an eye out for Tom Cruise films. I’ll spare you the ending to the story but I’ll recommend you take an opportunity to see it if you like a bit of action and sci-fi ideas. It’s not going to be my ‘Film of 2014‘ but I really enjoyed it.

As the credits begin to roll, this is the song that begins to play and I was very surprised by this. I mean, I almost felt as if they’d ‘lowered’ themselves with such a selection. I’m too accustomed to hearing tunes I don’t recognise but, in taking note of the lyrics, I see how apt they are. I’ve no idea whether this song was written for the film or what but if you’re already aware of the prologue then you’ll know that Tom Cruise basically has to relive the same day over and over… A bit like Groundhog Day, but with more guns and a vertically-challenged lead character. And, with a female starring opposite him, there’s bound to be some kind of love/chemistry happening in this film at some point, right? That’s where the lyrics come in but I won’t say any more!

…Except for the fact that I’m a bit in love with Emily Blunt now!!

Seriously, where did she come from? She’s certainly not related to that male singer and I have seen her in another film with Matt Damon. She’s only a year or two older than me but, sadly, like most of Hollywood’s finest females, she’s already married. On top of that, I think she also gave birth to her first child before filming this. Ah, well. :-P