He treated me like a little kid, someone to make fun of, not really an equal, but at the same time, it wasn't malicious like the rest of them were.

It was real fun.

Patronizing fun, but fun all the same.

"I see your vocal control has improved, it's a lot better than before" he quipped, still in that joking manner.

"Still need to work on your tone though, know what I mean?"

"Umm yeah, just need to control m--"

He blitzed out of my field of vision, leaving me awkwardly stammering as I always do, and a milisecond later, I felt his hand slam into my back and I heard him speak straight in all honesty for the first time.

"Keep practicing, and you're going to be DAMN good."

Things like that make me believe.

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.