Fucktards

Yes, Yes I’m back. For how long? I don’t know. I’m currently going through a hard time in s small way. It’s become apparent to me, that now I’m in my mid 40’s, nobody wants me. I actually notice younger and older woman don’t even register my existence and even close people don’t seem to be that supportive anymore. Washed up at 43? Hell no. But I’m battling the world in some ways. I’ve had a day where I feel I’ve been on the end of unnecessary rudeness and it really got my back up. My social media spreading of my YouTube channel gets no support and my discipline in the gym journey gets no recognition either. It’s enough to make me wonder why I get out of bed. Just feeling pretty unloved. But on the other hand, I have a strong reflex against feeling too sorry for myself. It’s called the fuck you button and I walk about with it firmly staying pressed as I walk around silently among those fucktards who look down on me. There we go. Release, to someone who always listens. My blog. I salute you.