At some point I became an observer. I am not sure when, where or how, but it happened. I am now an observer of life. It wasn't a choice I would have made, but it happened and now I am stuck with it.

It strikes me that everyone becomes an observer during their lifetimes. It is inevitable. The only thing you can do is distract yourself enough to not remember.

But herein lies the rub.

If you distract yourself too early in the growing process, you could be faced with noticing you are nothing more than an observer... watching the people go by.

The problem is that you forget how to talk to people that you want to talk to. You are a shmo. A sidekick, but without the hero. You are untouchable; a man burdened by no social connection.

It sucks being an observer.

I am shorn!

Its all gone. I should have done something for charity, but I just felt like doing it today.

Moustache... gone!
Goatee... gone!!
Head... gone!!!

Well not quite, the head is about a centimetre long.

Now I need a new profile picture.

I am not the best friend

I am generally a poor friend. I, routinely, don't call people or make plans or invite people over. This is very strange as I know I have a number of friends. And I truly care quite deeply about every single person I call a friend.

When I am at home, I behave a lot like a shut in. Oftentimes, I will avoid answering the telephone simply because I don't want to talk to anyone. The contradiction is that I desperately wish people would call me more often.

I am not too sure this is that healthy, but who knows.

I've decided to create another one

So, here is my second blog. I decided to create this second one as a place where I can store my thoughts about things unrelated to meatloaf.

This one will probably get a little more personal, but I hope not offend.