A little piece of me

My Words, My World

Once in a while I look back over my previous writing just to try and gauge whether, over time, it’s improving.  I think it is.  I also look for patterns.  Patterns reveal the state during a certain period.  My writing of late, especially the poetry, has taken a darkened path.

10 years ago I started having massive sleep disruption.  This quickly grew into chronic insomnia, which I chose to ignore at my peril for a few years.  6 years ago I went under the ‘care’ of the local hospital, following visits to psychiatric specialists who tried to fathom out what the problem was.  I was depressed, apparently.  No shit, Sherlock.  A few years of sleeping no more than 4 hours a night was conducive to wiping the smile off my face.  They put boxes of pharmaceuticals in my hand and sent me away.

During this time I started writing.  I…

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Hide and seek, or something.

4.45am – I played hide-and-seek* with sleep…and lost.
Note for younger readers:

* Hide-and-seek: A game played outside where one kid closed his eyes while the other went and hid. ‘Outside’ is the generic term for out of the house, whether it was sunny, it rained or indeed snowed, it didn’t matter as long as you were home by dinner. It was also the reason why ‘the fat kid’** was an exception and not the rule.

** The fat kid: A term no longer used as a whole generation of kids now growing up rarely go outside and instead play on their computers all day and, well, get fat. The only computers we saw were on Star trek. Plus, it’s not politically correct*** to say such things.

*** Politically correct: A modern concept dreamed up by a few people that are scared of offending a minority of people but in fact end up offending the majority. For examples, see the British government’s fear of the St. George’s flag and the celebration of St. Georges day in general along with Italy’s Matteo Renzi ordering the covering of nude statues at Rome’s Capitoline Museum during a visit by the Iranian President Hassan Rouhani.  

Napoli coach Maurizio Sarri recently called Inter manager Roberto Mancini “froccio” (Eng. “poofter”) and that’s the only thing we heard on Italian news for 2 days. There are more important things to show on the news.  

In other words, world gone mad.