I like me a dramatic title! This one’s a bit tongue in cheek.
How many people do you know who want to be everything to everyone? People pleasers get flappy and stressed and the saying used to go everyone is suffering in silence, guess what, they ain’t doing it so silently!
I left London because I eventually had enough of the homeless and drug addicts, the ridiculous cyclists, the police and ambulance sirens incessantly passing where I lived.
Enough! Enough. There are the crucial times in life when you have to decide what it is you want and go for it. As I said in my last post, no perfect system. There are risks and rewards, there are advantages and sacrifices.
In the scant three weeks up in my native countryside hometown, there have been moments where I’ve sightly missed my experience of London. I lived in a fantastic area and was able to walk to all the major sites that draw millions of people from the four corners of the world to visit and spend their time and money.
The moments of missing London are few and far between and incredibly fleeting. Why?
No peace.
No camaraderie.
Increasingly, no beauty.
It’s one thing to witness people being confused and confrontational, it’s another when you allow it to wear off them and onto you.
Nope, do not want to be part of anyone else’s existential angst, ta very much. You have to leave people to it. People have the free will to do what they want but they have no right to infringe on your life.
People may say I’m in an existential crisis by having no friends. Let ‘em think it. I simply see myself as very clear about what I want and don’t want around me and I struck gold with my boyfriend. Truly. Frankly, the only thing truly gay about us is that we fuck (and shop a bit).
Being open does not mean you have to say yes to everything. Do not confuse being easy going with being a doormat.
Focus on your influence.