Litmus test

Apathetic to the movie, but the poem is kinda great… Much like the man.

INVICTUS
William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced, nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

Persona non grata

An ill-advised move, rife with passive-aggression… But I’m opening this box of Pandora’s.

I lost my isolation somewhere between Down Under and Tiny Red Dot. Cornered – no, stifled – by spatial proximity, not helped by a cavalier sociopathy in my personal relationships, facets of behaviour that I have hitherto been able to ignore are now thrown into stark relief. ‘Don’t friend’ me – I’m still going to say it…

I know some asinine people.

Cutting them loose (wow, like dead weight) can be simple – telling them to amscray; swearing off their blogs and the drivel they write (not unlike my bullcrap); and for the coup de grâce, ruthlessly deleting them from Facebook and Twitter, so they know you’re serious. A no-fuss theory, but it gets complicated on its way to application. Even with all our imperfections, these people fall under the select category of ‘cannot do without (because you serve a purpose)’.