Not that in weird Uk one even knows what the freedoms are...
For thirteen years i haver been always cheerful...always... not one person of a fair few riffed with face to face ever sees me maudlin or depressed or mad..
('living bereavement' - about the only clever-dick term i allow in my life, is the same as full headfuck a-year-of-the-shits bereavement if you love someone, plus the requisite 2 or 3 years still to inwardly be other - there is only having not lost someoen v close or last them..only two human states; plus a lovely extra portion: forever... one is almost pumped up into something just as artificial for years - a sort of living hope mode, until maybe 15 years on one has to give up... even if one must do the REAL 'work' over the years - and there are no 'services' that assist, all 'estrangmenet' 'charities' being actual conjob fraudulent organisations that got BBC coverage for their twatter, fraudulently..as they cannot 'do' anything ort even send out 'awareness' as all they want to do is 'support' 17ish year old estranged children without any extra money (available via the DSS without bothering with the conartists), not to ponder reengaging, but merely telling them they are 'right' which is insane as nobody knows ANYThing about life until they are way way into later 20s...
Anyway of no interest to me except i do have a little program of real interviews with the conartists at some point...way way down my list of ongoing ALWAYS life affirming riffs for 3 years at
...well they are unless youtoo have been brainwashed that anyone really cares about the Miss Fortune of others... and expect silly words about empathy and all that...
(you only learn well into 40s and FROM true headfucks that are real ones lasting years..like ...this one )
"ahh well you mustn't have been that dedicated a parent if you can say nowadays i wouldn't have had one second of my life any different.."
The opposite - knowing as i do having 25 years ago become attuned to the REALITY of if a parent is happy in their skin as one, and wishes to enjoy every second of their child, and thus would never dream of wasting one looking into a screen rather than into their child's eyes... i know that i was always (even for 15 years of post-child hell ) 110% dedicated...compared to 99.9% i see...
And thus did the ACTUAL best one can ever do...
which is the key to mindful real happiness.. even if living with a few splinters from the cross stabbed into ones heart ...then used as a useful framework, to hand draw and quarter...
So, what with ralphschism and more directly focused cousin https://landlope.com/ - my true joy, somehow putting down sanely how to bounce on most of the time is all i care about...
Being extremely literary ( see https://leftovers2022.blogspot.com/ set up only for the famous Z.. assuming i could never pass them on in person) this soon to return to project is about the great life affirming, battle-on, culture.. that EUK can no longer do but some Europeans still can.
And i sure know that Richard MAybe's Nature Cure, Helen's H is for HAwk, and whatever self pitying naval gazing failed 'self help' or how to survive truly conartist books and even the formally con artist #SaltPath (ohh how we laughed this summer THEM caught with their pants down - me in the company of a woman drawn to that part of the world 2 years ago by their con false victimhood tale, of nothing but lies...) all fail...as they are Disneyfied false versions of the real thing...
In them old days books were in fact written often by 'subscription'.. i dont have any social media (network) to promote any crowdfunding as i know social media is one - but not the only, reason, why the UK family especially became so dystopian...
Anyway ... crowdfunding always bosses the beggar around by saying " you can't offer formal cut of any sales" as if that will scare away the faeries...
Me i am pragmatic. Especially as my last words sent over to the poor ghostly lass six months ago were that all i care about is something 'formally' gets into print (even though Ralph sometimes has 4000 readers a day - god only kn0ows why i never promote it) so that Z can see in decades tpo come that dad's marbles were EXTREMELY well rounded and all on target even moreso than ever... and thus her being used as the worst torture device in history.... hasn't actually damaged dad... and as guilt is the one lifelong real mind-bodily longest lasting poison... she must never think that.
ohh and all the competitive moaners (Ralph riffs about) ... try losing your ACTUAL identity.... 11 years known of in our past region not as Simon but Esti and Simon as we were always out and about together... never mind my 'work' - almost all unpaid, becoming a mix of promoting the peace plan via media etc - written up as schedule 2 in public judgement (that did become part of the official divorce court paperwork EVERY parent since 2010ish had to use) and also counselling many parents - more mums than dads' on soft landing after legal issues or civil wars...
Try losing that - all one was, and most happily was ...and always wanted to ONLY be....... and even not having a functional skype to get back in touch with aunty back home in Antigua.. kind of looks rather pathetic...
Britain of course must have its proxies, for the real utter apocalypse within ordinary family life for the a considerable minority if not almost majority... of born and bred...
funny that...;.
And the key to all is when you can joke about it ALL then you're cured.. even thicko Ruby Wax managed that regarding her failed self help book on mental health and ending up a few years later full on whacky ward (her words)
I got the best book ever on how to ....persist..
thats ALL YOU EVER CAN DO.... persist
