Five-Oh: State of the Person

18 May

Ladies, gentlemen and all those not possessed of such graces; at 17:55 tonight I hit five decades on this dirtball. Quite an achievement and one I had my doubts over surviving to see. I really feel the need to have some sagacious words to impart, but quite honestly I have nothing worthy, even on this occasion of surviving over four times longer than the Third Reich. ๐Ÿ™‚

The changes in the world around me are not to my taste. Information technology has expanded in ways that no-one imagined. Most science fiction writers got some of it, but even the gestalt cannot touch the underlying dystopian elements that are so well concealed. The cyberpunks have come closest, and I feel that they would not be overjoyed at being so prescient.

As for my little island of questionable sanity, tightly reigned arrogance and ongoing lessons in the consequences of hubris hidden behind lard and a big smile?

It’s going better than I thought in ways I could not have predicted, yet worse in some ways I should have been expecting, given my past performance.

I am ‘long-term’ unemployed. Deep in debt. I find that neither fact really bothers me. I have worked hard for many years. I will work again. I will not return to what my career was perceived to be. What I will do, I have no idea. That I find very acceptable.

I am an author. Small audience, self and web published, haven’t made a penny from it. I love the writing, I hate those who encourage volubly and make promises until I ask for money, then are gone. This is my craft, my gift. What is so wrong with me wanting to scrape a living from doing it? A sadly British tendency to look askance at those who get off their arses to actually do rather than just talk about it. The one side-effect of publishing my work that I never expected was alienation. A bitter lesson hard learned.

I am alone. Well, that’s a bit of a bastard. I have no regrets over my marriage failing, except that it didn’t collapse sooner. (But that was my fault and I know the reasons: another lesson or two in being a better me.) I am now convinced that I am literally a hopeless romantic. I am just useless at this romance thing. My strong cynical and paranoid streaks are no damn help, but they are a part of me I can only work with, not excise. So what the future holds in the romance arena is a mystery. Which wouldn’t be so bad except for the moments of crippling loneliness that occasionally destroy my day. All I can do is hope and carry on.

I have a blog. It’s like a diary people can look in. It’s like the catharsis of talking to strangers combined with the terror of being found out. I find that it suits me. To be honest in all things means you have to say things that are uncomfortable. Putting them in an online notebook allows me to gain perspective and possibly share some insights (okay, not from this entry ๐Ÿ˜€ ) that might help someone else.

I have tattoos. To mark fifty years, I got my first pair. I find that these fascinating ‘moving pictures’ are also something that fit with me. So there will be more.

If you will forgive the indulgence, I shall close with a toast I composed as an opening to my poetry book. It seems to be right. If I may be so bold, please charge and raise your glasses:

Here’s to the brothers and companions
To the ladies and lovers and friends
To loving the journey not just the destination
And to the road that never ends.

Blessed Be.

1 Comment

Posted by on May 18, 2012 in Life & Self


One response to “Five-Oh: State of the Person

  1. Anthony J Baker

    May 19, 2012 at 04:08

    Happy bithday, my friend. ๐Ÿ™‚


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