I have no clue if he even knows who he's supposed to be.

I wouldn't give a shit except for the fact that there's no way to get him out of my life for the time being.

He could've asked nicely or reasoned it out with me and I would've listened. Yeah I might have ended up ignoring his opinion anyway but only if he steamrolled mine as well. Which you should know is more common than you think.

But he threatened me. He did.

I don't respond to threats very well, in fact I have a policy of flat out ignoring them.

I just don't take threats.

Oh what did you say? No responsibility over me any more? Alright, sounds pretty good, it means you stop talking to me right? Like you haven't been for the past um how many years?

Of course if you mean not talking to me AND giving me an endless stream of petty and nonsensical orders then whoopee.

I'm free.

No university education I hear you say.

Fine, that's alright. It means I won't owe you anything.

I'll work something out for myself thank you very much.

Jackass.

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.