It's been enjoyable looking through my old diaries whilst writing 'A week in my life'. Next up is 1994. The process has just leapfrogged an ex girlfriends relationship and as I start the next segment I am about to meet my most hated ex. Women have caused me no end of misery on top of the misery I already used to carry around. I fought hard to keep the faith that I would live happily ever after but it came at a cost, I had to be happy alone. Thank god that I had my son because he makes all the cogs of fortune fall into place. Every step was worth it thanks to him. I am not designed to cohabit with another human. I have always suspected this but I started to think that I was wrong but now I know I was right. Why didn't I listen earlier? Well anyway the process that has led me here has finally made a good result. I now longer chase women at all. They don't miss me and I don't miss them. 
I've walked through life blindly searching for something special and wasted a lot of time on being uptight about how I felt. 
There's so little of importance that it all seems a bit of a joke. All the arguments that were had with ex's, all the one night stands and meaningless conversations are pointless wastes of time and energy. 
And yet the desire to leave some kind of a mark when I'm gone lingers. My distrust of people still moves aside for my need to be included in society. Will I ever escape out of view of everybody again? 
I guess my son determines my life now. 
My part is done and I hand the baton to him.