2013

It was 2013, and my life was in danger of spiralling out of control (if it hadn't already). In spite of my worst efforts, I continued in a state of paralysis and constant fear of anything that was matter, and the stupor was the constant in a living, breathing world of change and evolution.

All feelings were familiar, well-rehearsed, impossible. The to-do list was topping out at over 20482 items, but none of them ever got done, at any appreciable rate anyway. 'where do i end, and where do i begin?', begged the sorry question. Am i such a pretentious fool who can spend time posting up details of my life while... my life literally continues wasting away? I have read, that low sel-esteem is in fact pride rearing its ugly head, and I admit I am loathe to say it is. In spite of my insignificance of size and stature in this entire UNIVERSE, pride loves to rear its ugly head in any situation it can get its hands on (notice I speak about it the third person) and deign to elevate me to the highest position at the apex of the human chain. Oh what folly, and what naïveté.

God help us, all.