I had a pretty eventful day yesterday. I didn’t get as much done as I had hoped, but it was eventful nevertheless.
It started out a bit bizarrely. I put up my Post, then had a quick browse around to see what everyone else was up to. To my surprise I discovered that on Tuesday I’d had a lengthy exchange of views with one of my correspondents on my blog. Why surprised? Because I have no recollection of it. I’ve alluded to my mental status, and I’m not going to bore you with it. Let’s just say I sometimes have occasions when it’s as if someone has pulled a wire out of my head. Fully functional, but on autopilot, and with no memory of what I’ve done. It’s a bit like being sideways drunk, but there’s no hangover. Remorse, sometimes, yes, but no headache.
Said correspondent behaved with admirable good manners, so that got smoothed over. Thanks Red.
Then I ran into a friend who, a few months ago, botched a suicide attempt. He was sectioned for a couple of days, and subsequently made a bit of an arse of himself, to be honest. He won’t mind me telling you that, he’d be the first to admit it. He is getting his life back into some semblance of order, so fair play to him. Anyway, he’s asked me to ghost a blog for him about the last few months, which make my life look like that of a Trappist monk under a particularly austere abbot. The comic possibilities of a failed suicide aren’t immediately apparent, but believe me this is fertile soil. Anyway, he’s also dyslexic, and his computer skills make me look like a geek, so he can’t do it himself. Where I’ll find the time I don’t know, but I’ll keep you abreast of events as they unfold.
What then? Oh yes, my mate Renee gave me a very complimentary mention on Facebook. Thanks Renee. It worked too. As I checked my site stats, I could see them rising within about five minutes. Not too surprising, since all the world and his brother appears to check out RendezvousWithRenee. So a big result there
Then things went a bit poir shaped, as the French would have it. I got into a firefight, the one I told you about earlier, with a load of hang’emandflog’em merchants. I have some pretty strongly held views about capital punishment. You may well have some too, but let’s not fall out about this. I don’t believe in it, at all, under any circumstances. You may be a strong advocate, but let’s agree to disagree. However, if we were to get into a discussion I think I could rely on you all to be rational, logical, and dispassionate. With this lot it was like fighting a damned Hydra. I’d cut off one head, only for another nine to grow. All the heads were spitting venom, just to make things more unpleasant. I got a fair amount of personal abuse. Or, more accurately, I think I did. It was hard to tell what with all the spelling errors and !!!!…!!! stuff. If they’d been writing on paper, I’d put money on them using green ink. You know what I’m on about, I’m sure.
You’ll be pleased to know I responded with icily polite restraint.
The final straw came when I was asked to take the whole thing offline and join a group for further discourse. I was a bit niggled by this. So I gave then ten minutes to come up with a reasoned argument as to why I’d want to join a group of poisonous minded bigots. Do you know what? It all went quiet. I gave them the promised ten minutes, and then logged off and went to bed.
‘What a day!’ said the twins.