Oh the anguish! I have no idea why I felt so bereft, especially as I had just read it and knew it was wholly inconsequential, but it's the principle goldarnit! And gods knows I have so few of those left. I've just been electronically erased. Outraged by technology again. Feel thick now.
Can't even remember what it was called....
I give up fighting against the fight. Go back to the front line hands raised clutching a tattered white hankie and look! There the bastard is. Re-published as if it's a new bloody idea.
I hate this 'I Know Best' digital nazism. I can't even retain my own thoughts in the order I thought them. I might just stop thinking altogether. That'll fix Them.
Anyway - just ignore. Did you know that on the Self-Service tills in B&Q there is an Ignore button that the staff can press when the posh voice goes AWOL? I want an Ignore button installed in my head. When the shit starts to waft my way - click. Ignore.
It's the only sensible path. Self-improvement has shown itself to be a worthless ambition after all. In trying to polish-up my previous incarnation, I merely highlighted my lacking. So I'm backing away into the dark bushes once more to watch the pretty lights from my lowly hovel. Pretend you never saw me.
. . i g n o r e . . . . .