Why is it so hard?

You’d imagine in our modern society that it would be able to support every type of condition or ailment. It seems to, but still there are corners of society who inhabit meeker souls like me who don’t fit in. We’re not loud, we’re happy alone in our own thoughts. Why should we have to conform to the 9-5 drudgery and meaningless graces of correctness the western world forces on us? There is so little individuality any more.

This was written months ago but I never finished it. And I still can’t. So I might as well just push publish

Certain swagger

I heard a wonderful line from someone on TV yesterday: why do people have so much certainty and swagger nowadays? More to the point, how do they achieve it? Is there no room for the dreamers, the wistful, the grey people at the back of the class who don’t always put their hands up but are always listening?