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I often have most of my most profound (and not so profound!) thoughts whilst i’m driving or walking or when i’m busy in general and, annoyingly, am unable to record or note them down. Here are a few thoughts that remain ambling and bumping into each other in my vacuous mind which i’m going to spew out before they are lost forever…
(thoughts thought whilst walking through quiet woodland at sunset)
Imagining the path disappearing behind me as i walk, leaving me no way to get back home
Secret fields of green grass hidden away from the hubbub of normal life
Spider webs crisscross the path ahead of me, the sun’s rays revealing their presence making them look like single threads of auburn hair.
Also, we never know what a person is like when they’re on their own because there’s no one to observe. Obvious probably, but not to me.
And my dad’s rubbish and letting arguements fizzle out and chill, unlke the women in our family. What shite we have to put up with!
Well, not many thoughts there, the information made a bolt for it as soon as i put in a request, but I managed to capture and hold hostage a couple of prisoners.
Where did all the good times go?
things seem quiet at the moment. The internet’s quiet, friends are quiet, life’s quiet, well not quiet quiet, i mean i’ve been on holiday and have seen family and friends but i still feel lonely. I’m not desperately lonely - not much to complain about. Lots of beings seemed to die last week, my hamster being one of them. It’s strange not to hear him nibbling at the end of my bed in the secret hours of the morning. Work seems to define my waking hours at the moment. I work, then i spend time doing what i like and choose to do, then i eat, then i sleep, then i work again. I don’t know who or where some of my friends are at the moment. And i don’t where i’m heading next. There are no plans or needs to move home anytime soon for me. And i feel i’d better stick at this job for at least a year, even though i’d like to train to be a teacher. I haven’t seen anyone at all today. I woke up late and everyone was out, i don’t know where and i haven’t bothered to find out. I’m stagnant. Or something is. There’s a lack of love in Brighton at the moment. I’m rotting here, but it’s not right there. I’m not having a pop at anyone, just expressing my unease. I don’t know where to go to feel easy, happy and to get some sex.
I went on a long, rambling walk today through the fields and woods of my home village in Sussex, armed with only an OS map, a compass and a bottle of water to wet my whistle, and I had a brilliantly bracing time. I got lost a few times, keeping my eyes peeled for the next bright yellow footpath marker to show me the way.
It was wet in places andI got chased by a barking greyhound who I met in a field. He had no evident owner and it got a bit hairy but i made it back alive! I also saw a whole family of deer – about 20 of them in all with two stags! Me and my friend often see them when we tresspass in our favourite fantasy wood (nicknamed Narnia!). I must go back to the same place i saw them today with a camera.
The photo above is of one of the dodgy footbridges i crossed. This one wasn’t too dodgy thankfully. I can’t take credit for the image – i found it on the internet when i returned home. I went for a wee in the bushes near this place. Very liberating 
There’s nothing much i enjoy more than rambling. It clears the head, refreshes the soul, and provides perspective of the immediate world surrounding us. It is also free of charge, environmentally friendly and isn’t detrimental to any other beings, physically nor emotionally (except the tens of thousands of insect life i probably crush 
I find walking especially thereputic when i’m feeling stressed, frustrated or angry (see my other blogs!)
Blog no. 1 – on being green and the point.
Well hello. I’ve had a rubbish day today so far. Not in the grand scale of things was it rubbish. No one died, no one’s ill. I pressed my snooze button for over an hour before getting up at half eleven just cos i didn’t have a reason in particular to get up. Then once up i still didn’t see any reason to be up, ’though my gorgeous 8 month old nephew was about so he brought me some happiness. Then i cooked a curry that made me feel sick which was disappointing. And investigated a leak in our bathroom which remains unsolved. Also had a discussion with my dad about life and what’s the point cos it’s all so disappointing and ended up feeling misunderstood and annoying.
I’m not sure i even want to be writing this because it’s not very inspiring or enlightening, but i suppose this is meant to be a form of diary keeping so i won’t go back and delete any. I’ll just continue expressing myself in this fashion no matter how boring it is. I will feel better in about an hour after i’ve been for a walk through the woods in the English wind and spittle rain. My thoughts will be clearer and more sensical once my brain’s been aired. Basically I’m bored. I should be at work or something. I would be if it wasn’t my day off.
The green bit in the title is me deciding whether or not to join the green party. I want to but you have to pay. Why is that? Administative charges or summit?
Off to brave the English weather…
