Mad Ramblings

I thought it was time to move out of home. So I emailed a mental health service provider, as you do, and they found me a flat with too friendly flatmates. The guys I am staying with would probably be living in big old SECURE mental health hospitals were it not for the community care revolution.

When I told my mum of my intentions, she reacted loud and clear. She called me "Idealistic" and other bad words. I think she was wrong, I think I am still true to my identity, my identity is an Engineer, with a healthy mind and healthy judgement. Engineers are realists and pragmatists, sometimes with bold visions, but always practicle. I thought the risk of this place being too hard was low and after four weeks I am pretty sure I was right. I am just staying with friendly humble people. It be fear that holds people back from loving others.

As a sane person, I get to self mutilate myself in culturally acceptable ways. I will be doing only the half marathon come Sunday morning at 6.30am. I will get up at 4.15am for my breakfast to settle. One day I would like to be able to a full marathon.

While on the topic of poor risk assesment, if you want to keep your little ones safe, you buy a big shinny (#@$%^$!) SUV, and get to watch them grow fat and obese. Or you could let them have a little risk of being run over, but reduce the risk of overweightness. But where's the marketing payback in walking?