So here I am. I'm 38 for a little while longer yet. I've reached a great place of creative freedom where I can express myself through a variety of outlets.
I lead a simple life which I find rewarding especially as there's no aggro.
I'm single. Does that cause me problems? No, but I do contemplate the idea of whether I will always want to be single. It feels like I want that I have to say. But what we want now may change come the passing of twenty years. Although at that age I will most likely be harder to be around.
I'm still Involved in team efforts such as a radio show where I give some film reviews and mess about a bit too. I'm in a paranormal team which I have various spin off projects from which I have full control over.
There's a couple of writing projects being worked at too.
All in all, things are good.
So lets get down to the trivial and inconsequential. Today I took a parcel to the post office for work and heard a lady behind me softly saying "we're in the post office" to someone as if speaking to a young child. I glanced out of curiosity expecting to see a baby. However she held a young pup in her hands.
This woman thought that the dog would not only get a general idea of being told its location, but would know the general workings of a post office in particular. The dog continued to look forward and didn't remark in any way to its obviously to me, senile owner.
Dogs hear repeated 'tones of voice' and he length of which, in a repeated scenario, may lead to a Pavlov's Dog situation. But they don't grab the rudimentary understanding of a the local businesses do they?
I'm not an animal lover, you're right.
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