…in a galaxy…Er…wrong story.
Anyhoo. Hi. My name is Arthur Dent (not really…or is it?) A long time ago I met a woman on the internet, before that was a thing people did. She lived in a far off land filled with rainbows and unicorns and socialized medicine. I, being the kind of person who just up and does things, came to visit her and never came back. 18 years, 2 kids (girls), several jobs, many vacations and far too many kilograms later and I am still here.
Am I happy? Aye, that’s the question. I should be. In the context of humanity, my life is the shit. Yet…Things aren’t always as they seem. And sometimes they are exactly as they seem but the neurotic bag of meat living the seemingly and probably actual good life is not always satisfied.
This here space is where I can vent and bitch and moan, sometimes with reason and likely most of the time with no reason at all. I don’t expect anyone to read this, though if one does I would not expect them or want them to throw the worlds biggest pity party. Most of my complaints are bullshit and have no problem with them being identified as such. Life is boring if everyone agrees with you.
I’m gonna bitch about my wife. Probably not my kids. Mostly about myself. Happiness is a choice, made inside every single person. If I am not happy it is my own fault. Oh, I’ll blame everyone and everything else, I am still American afterall (ZING!). Actually, it’s just being human. Mostly it is just connecting and interacting with people, something I have but not…deeply. Not that interacting with random people on the internet is deep but anonymity breeds openness and that is what I need.
Anyway, to sum up. American. Live elsewhere. Wife and kids. Not exactly happy. Chock full of flaws and weaknesses. Occasionally funny.
Arthur Dent
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