I am: alive and mostly sane
I have: clean underwear
I know: how to tell the time, dress myself and recognise the people around me. I hope this will not change when I get old.
I think: too much.
I don’t think: a sense of humour is a frivolous thing to have
I want: (right now) a cappuccino, my duvet, vintage jazz and a good book
I like: cats, writing, reading, singing, art-ing
I dislike: being touched (did you see that coming?)
I hate: cruelty
I dream: most bizarre dreams, some vivid and some lucid. Most entertaining.
I fear: heights, escalators and lifts
I am annoyed: when people touch me after I tell them I don't like being touched
I crave: the life of an artist
I search: the Buddha within
I hide: my insecurities behind self-deprecating humour
I wonder: if there really are aliens from outer space and if they do exist, why they are so obsessed with probing our butts. After all we are talking about an advanced civilisation that uses space travel. Surely they'd have scans for that sort of thing?
I just can’t help: straightening piles of magazines in waiting rooms
I regret: many things
I love: my wife and our beautiful furry family
I can’t live without: coffee
I try to: be grown up. I don't like it much.
I enjoy: art-ing
I don’t care: what you think of me
I never want to: go bungee jumping
I believe: we are all one
I sing: where no one can hear me. Which is a shame, because I do have a good singing voice. I wonder why I do that.
I argue: about the stupid shit
I win: when it comes to getting up after being knowcked down
I lose: keys - often.
I wish: that I had followed the calling in my soul when I was young enough to do something with it
I listen: to vintage jazz when I want to be cheered up.
I don’t understand: maths
I forget: things more often than I used to. This worries me.
I am happy: with all I have in my life right now.