I feel closer than I've ever been

Heylo my prittys.

Sorry to harp on again, but it does really grill my cheese when people assume the worst of situations before they really should. Honest to god.

But what kind of life to lead that you're so concerned about a situation you assume is going to happen that you feel the need to let everyone else know through passive-agressive posting of news articles and such?

It's not healthy.

This is how I can claim I'm not cynical I guess. I want to believe the best of people/situations. I may also observe bad things that do happen but I remain defiantly optimistic.

For all of you lovers of conundrums and puzzles, head over to the Network. He's been running a link competition for his last few posts and it's causing quite the stir.

I'm not sleeping at all well of late. This is a fairly teenage blog statement, I know. Wah wah wah. Last nite was just wisdom tooth pain, but it seems that most nites recently it's been blowing a freaking gale, then I get up in the morning and all seems calm and peaceful as if the nite's turmoil never happened. There's probably a good metaphor to be had there but my tired mindtank can't make the link.

Oh well.

overandout friends.

on cynicism and such

Right then.

I was on the bus earlier today, as can be the case from time to time. The woman in front of me had a (red top) paper which was open on the problems page.

Right there is all the proof you'll ever need that:
- people never learn
- people are gluttons for punishment
- people think that the rules don't apply to them

I mean seriously. I can only assume these people never read the problem page to which they have decided to send their desperate plea for help because they're having an affair with a married man and he says he'll leave her but he hasn't yet etc etc.

Unless of course all of these letters are made up and I've been had.

I think I probably am a cynic. At least, according to Wikipedia I am. And according to MotherVic.

But I like to think I'm at least an optimistic cynic. A cynic with a dash of hope. Sometimes.

Maybe a chipper cynic.

I should be careful. I'm coming awfully close to making a defining statement about myself. We all know how much I hate being boxed up now don't we.

This is, quite frankly, going nowhere. And I should really get some shuteye. Tomorrow I'm heading out Sevenoaks way. So watch out posh people. You've got it coming.

Think that's about it.