After many years of not worrying about aging, I am beginning to worry. I don't know why, as I take birthdays as being another day older rather than a whole year. Its not the aches and pains as I have always had them, in fact I take the Facebook post of "if I woke up and something didn't hurt I would think I was dead" as my own.
This is just me possibly, but I am not happily counting to Christmas. I am not a fan usually, but this year is possibly worse. My mental health is bad at present, which doesn't help. I am not religious, but I am beginning to wonder if it is all commercial. It starts in October and seems to go on forever. I admit giving in to the mince pies with use by dates weeks short of Christmas.
If you plan to watch the new series of Black Mirror, then watch before you read on, as this is inspired by it. It's the idea of Charlie Brooker, the writer, but I wanted to expand on the idea as it opens so many questions, moral and otherwise.
Part three of this tale was following my holiday with my then girlfriend, who has now been promoted to fiancé. I had managed to have her fully topless last year, and a quick shirt lifting boob flash. I write again because its soon time to go again to the same place as before, and make my attempts to try again.
So the saying goes, there is someone for everyone. The problem is finding them and what you need to get through on the way. The first relationship might not be the one, maybe not the second. In fact, for me, it's the fifth that's the one, around 30 years after I started the first one.