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Tick
One of the people in my village is a woman who helps me tick. I think, because I know which road she lives in, she is comfortable. She always allows me to throw my thoughts and ideas at her; 'Blah'.
I spent, though this is not the right word, over an hour verbally twisting her ear this morning. I don't think she minded because she is cool. She is cooler than I have ever imagined I might one day be.
I have a collection of people in my head who make me feel safe. They are ordinary people who believe in themselves and their community.
I live in a village environment wherein we sometimes come across one another. We regard protesters across the world stopping traffic, disrupting sports events, and defacing Stonehenge, to be as dangerous as any sociopaths who force teamwork, and contrary to a steady and free life. Some institutes and other establishments also create forced-teams. I was lucky because I had an education with some of my teachers wearing black capes. Think Pink Floyd's 'The Wall' song, in which there is an overdub(?) 'Stand still laddie!' and 'How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?'
Since I wrote this, everybody in the village has phoned me and politely told me stop to speaking for them!
Tick
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I am not on YouTube or social media
[ 1 minute read ]
Tick
One of the people in my village is a woman who helps me tick. I think, because I know which road she lives in, she is comfortable. She always allows me to throw my thoughts and ideas at her; 'Blah'.
I spent, though this is not the right word, over an hour verbally twisting her ear this morning. I don't think she minded because she is cool. She is cooler than I have ever imagined I might one day be.
I have a collection of people in my head who make me feel safe. They are ordinary people who believe in themselves and their community.
I live in a village environment wherein we sometimes come across one another. We regard protesters across the world stopping traffic, disrupting sports events, and defacing Stonehenge, to be as dangerous as any sociopaths who force teamwork, and contrary to a steady and free life. Some institutes and other establishments also create forced-teams. I was lucky because I had an education with some of my teachers wearing black capes. Think Pink Floyd's 'The Wall' song, in which there is an overdub(?) 'Stand still laddie!' and 'How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?'
Since I wrote this, everybody in the village has phoned me and politely told me stop to speaking for them!