There is something wrong with the world. Hah, my first statement laced with the obvious! Of course, the world is a wrong place. As Douglas Adams had said, "In the beginning the universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move." That I am actually quoting someone on my blog means two things - one, the man managed to say what I could not properly say for myself (and, that does not happen ever - this must be an aberration to say the least), and two, he is the absolute man for it takes something to be spoken of in exalted terms by me.

Anyway. I am the last person to be concerned about matters of the world on a wordly plain. You know, the shenanigans of globalisation, international trade, diplomatic relations, extradition treaties - that sort of thing. At any rate, the power does not vest with the powers that be - they are just a face. Again I quote Douglas Adams, "Anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job." And, I was right. He is the man. Notice the usage of non-sexist language.

Worldy issues aside (which really do not affect the world that much anyway), the point of interest here, as has been so often on my blog, is Aran. We have started meeting more often than our usual once in a hundred and fifty six years routine. Being as I am the man between the two of us, I do all the right things too. Pick her up, drop her back - that sort of thing.

This one time I told her that despite being an out and out male chauvinist, I do like to be driven by a woman. Her face brightened up instantly and she said that she would make up for it the next time we were out. So, on a fine Sunday morning I was all happy and joyous (no offence to Wordsworth) waiting for her to show up. She obviously had the wrong idea when it came to making up for what she said she would make up for. She showed up in her car to pick me up! Hey, that is not what I meant when I was talking of being 'driven'. I mean, how much more succinct can you get?

That, basically, sums of the story of my life really. Enough said.

Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: Mad TV - I am Not a Child
Most people in this world are mouldable, which translates to having the ability to listen to both sides of the argument before forming an opinion. Basically, they are completely spineless. There is a certain charm in being that oak tree that never bends in a storm - at least as long as you are standing you are held in awe. At any rate, once you fall no one really cares anyway.

I, as I have stated and restated many times over, am not anything like anyone you may ever have had the pleasure of not knowing. That does not, in any way, mean that there is not any reason for you to not know anything about anything that has to do with anyone who is in any way any thing like me. Anyone who has spent any amount of time on my blog (any of those handful who has seriously good karma) would know that I feel very strongly about my opinions. As I have always held, why have an opinion if you do not feel strongly about it?

That should not, in any way, be any reason to be crucified. Some people like tea while others prefer coffee. Now unless anyone is like me, which is highly unlikely for usually such occurrences are decently spaced out in time, she (used purely to make the language non-sexist) would not believe, at least in principle, that being opinionated, even as highly as I am, is a flog worthy or blog-boycott worthy act. And, really. If you don't believe something in principle, you don't believe in it at all.

In case anyone's cranium has yet not registered what this post is about, apart from the usual suspect 'nothing', then they (the usage is grammatically correct - refer to the non-sexist language section of your favourite dictionary) should either jump into the Hussain Sagar or read the comments made by 's' in the previous post.

And, in case anyone has not read between the lines, even those like me care about the people who read their (again, the reference is to 'those' - hence the usage is correct) blog. What is a blog without its readers? Right. A personal diary.

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Current Music: Guns and (fucking) Roses - November Rain
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