The Genius of Self

All this pop psychology magazine column non sense makes me reach for a bucket. Although I am a little eccentric and when i step out of the house in the morning i look like i have been dressed by two fashion badgers on a cocaine binge, things are pretty much fantastic in Me Land (I say land not world to avoid a label of arrogance)

My wordiness may drift into the insanity lane a little more this evening as I am writing at 3am again and there is no 'day time sensible' to keep me on a fluent and understandable course.

Also I have been watching this tonight so nothing is normal anymore...

.. I am glad I watched this with someone, otherwise there is a good chance this article may have been awkwardly typed by someone in the corner of a room clutching a torch and some kind of kitchen utensil. So there's me in my fetal positioned film watching whilst trying to piece together content for my next throw of the literary insanity dice.

Watching well directed mental breakdowns made me consider, what of this world and it's rules of lucidity. The film tonight probably wasn't the best advertisement for the positive aspects of lunacy but it led me to consider the subject. Today we find our selves held captive in this shallow day time chat purgatory. Where eccentricities are booed and hissed, or even worse, turned into a profitable trend and sold down the river.

Not every 'affliction' needs a cure though. I read some advise columns recently, where a magazine doctor, or mocktor (shameful word sandwich there) advised people about their personal issues. It's filled to the brim with Where am i going wrong Mocktor? How can I make him happy Mocktor? Am I enough Mocktor? Taking a step back for a neutral assessment, people are asking a figure who's credentials are essentially a picture of them smiling at the top of a page, to assist them in a personal crisis. Now I am no judge of others, as I am about as balanced as an unsuspecting kitten on roller skates, however through my individuality and my people watching skills (not in bushes) I believe I can safely say, you know the answers yourself.

If your husband is requesting that he call you Gerald in the evening time instead of Susan, that is quite obviously a problem, not one you have to write a letter about though. There is no merit in asking the smiley face in the magazine what to do.

We should turn from the ideology that states this trend advisory printed media is the answer. It is not. It is an abhorrent insult to individuality and self governance. The same people that tell you how to fix your self in every issue are also the same people who employ Kerry Katona to write a weekly article on her road to recovery. We have reached lowest common denominator literary interest. The Tesco magazine selection looks like total oblivion's coffee table.

You are not the 'Before' in a makeover show. Do not try and empty your soul all over these copies of gossip toilet paper. They are bad for you.

Do what we do, and never do what the next person does. There. A quote from the walking talking M C Escher drawing.

I am soon away to London, (hooray), for some much needed and long overdue wonderfulness.

If I do not return, it will be for a very good reason. (Krispy Kreme Doughnuts are not available around here)

Until the next time Campers.