Hey! I'm new so, please, for the love of whatever god or symbol you pray to, read slow. Hopefully, my braindump will seem longer more articulate, funnier and suspenseful.
I have no theme or purpose as others do - that would be awesome. Maybe that will come later. A pattern may emerge but in the mean time random splutterings. Last chance - run while you can.
People - don't stand in the middle of the aisle in the shopping centre. Don't go outside to have a smoke, then talk over me. I don't really want to take in the pleasant waft of breath and smoke, second hand. Wave to me (or others) when I give way to you in traffic or leave a space for you.
It doesn't take much and everyone feels better. I'm not the last of the Mohicans - there are thoughtful people out there, I do realise I'm not the only thoughtful person out there. Unbelievably, someone has written a book about it! I haven't researched fully the extent of this discomfort, but more to come on that hopefully...
Perfection is not a trait of mine. I get angry and have been rude, but please, just try to be thoughtful.
This world isn't all that big that people's consciousness can't be longer than an arm's length...
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