Say God bless you, because they need it.

Give them tissues, because it possibly makes them feel less like crap.

Don't joke about how disgusting it is, unless you think it will make them smile.

If they look bleary eyed, don't say so, unless you add "you poor thing" after that and mean it.

Cos otherwise they ginna glare at you. And then they ginna smack you so hard.

Either that, or they might just feel like sneezing in your face, and "react too slowly".

Get mah drift.

D'arvit.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.