42 Again

My blog has gone private and I have lost the crazies, being family and friends bearing tomahawks, hatchets and many other sorts of vaguely concealable kindling cutters.

It’s mostly pointless trying to communicate with people that aren’t rational and don’t want to be. And that also prefer to see a safe and cuddly edited version of the world and the people in it.

42. That’s the magic age I reckon. Either you’re mind is open or its snapped shut by the time you are 42 years of age.

In a little while I will quietly rename my blog, get rid of all its links to social media, and make it public again. It’s impending existence and their unawareness of that doesn’t change anything other than their awareness of it.

You’d think they would think that through wouldn’t you? But then you’d be wrong.