Today’s post starts with a little educational feature inspired by some recent comments received. Firstly there is no such thing as a relationship state that is single, to think that there is presumes that everyone strives for a relationship. Being single can often mean that somebody is in a transition between relationships but it can also be a concious and determined state.
It is impolite to suggest to a single person ways in which they may ‘find’ a relationship and it is also presumptuous. I am an educated man and can learn from my mistakes. As a young engineer I learnt many things about material properties, not the general properties but the more specific ones like heavy, sharp and hot. These were valuable lessons, some so much that I recorded them in scars! I have learnt which drinks and foods and particularly to avoid curry unless I wish to spend two days feeling like a pregnant woman.
At 40 years of age I have tried relationships, I have also tried skin tight jeans and dancing. None of these things are for me, you’re welcome to them but they are not for me, you probably don’t like sushi each to their own. I don’t have anything in particular against relationships I just don’t have the prerequisite skills with which to enter them. I like motorcycle racing but I don’t have the flexibility for that either. I have been told many times that “not all women are wrong’uns” and I thoroughly agree, after all some of best friends are women. But I have an inate ability to turn women into wrong’uns and, to date, I have a 100% success rate.
The lesson from this is simple, don’t threaten me with relationships and I won’t threaten you with sushi!
In other news I travelled to derby on Monday, returned home yesterday and am heading to Frankfurt then Munich today. A couple of days in Germany with a supplier and then home on Friday. There is something oddly unnerving about returning home in the week, I am that used to working away. On Monday it felt odd leaving milk in the fridge, I was only away a night, just seemed wrong. As I left today there were three people on my train and I realised, once again, how unusual my life is at least for where I live.
My twitter feed remains an inspiration, keeping me close to my beloved Isle. Sometimes it feels as if life is just racing past and I am consuming huge chunks of time, unmarked by achievements or success but at least there is a goal. It’s been nearly two years since I veered off a determined path and had to put things on hold, it may not seem like it to me or those around me but, ever so slowly, I’m moving back into position, it will happen.
Every time I see a tweet from the ferry company I feel the sun on my shoulders at Portsmouth. Stormy days have me stood at Southsea as the hovercraft comes in. I will come home to my Island, I will secure my pub and, just as a reminder, I will stay relationship free.