I apologise in advance for the lack of humour in this post, I will do my best to rectify this in the next post I promise.
I have realised that there is somewhat of a dichotomy in the opinions that people have of where I am. On the one hand I hear that I am a ‘success’ and on the other I am warned that I will end my days as a ‘lonely old man’. I would like to right the natural order and settle this difference, you see these are not the polar opposites that they may seem.
Firstly if I end my days as an old man I will be pretty happy with my lot, indeed I was quite proud that Mr Bill Downer thinks that I have his thirty years in me* As to success, well it is a very subjective measure but I think I am doing ok. The Plough would have been demolished by now if I wasn’t here and instead she is being loved and cared for like only a lonely single old man can 🙂
In truth it is only a woman who can say ‘lonely old man’ in a way that makes it sound bad. In fact it is only an inference, like any good salesman they just make you think that it is bad they don’t actually say it. Being alone allows me to spend all of my time and energy on the wonderful story that is the Plough. The story of the Plough has run for hundreds of years and will, hopefully, run for hundred of years more, I only write my chapter. So my chapter wontt include another name, I am not part of some couple but actually I am more than that. In this instance I am more than the sum of one half.
The thought behind this post, which was inspired by recent conversations, is simply that I understand and am comfortable with what I am. Don’t feel sorry for me because I am not compromising or negotiating with a partner, I choose to be who I am and that enables me to do what I do. Please don’t think that there is such a thing as a threat of being a lonely old man, I can assure you that I know what I am and what I will be and that there is no threat possible. When you tell me that I will be a ‘lonely old man’ you simply expose your own insecurities and, if I may be so bold, your abject inability to function on your own.
Just to be clear this post was prompted only by recent, and innocent, conversations it is not some rant aimed at anyone in particular. It is also worth noting, when you ask where my life is, that I do not have my children at home. Like so many men I lost any interest in a life when I lost the sweethearts that are my children. I was brought up to believe that we are here for our children so without that its just about ticking days off. Sure we do the best that we can do to get through the time that we have but I stopped seeking a life a long time ago.
I hereby promise a return to normality on the next post, sorry.
*people are realising that I may just beat that record