He wasnt sure....................................................... but he thought that perhaps for the first time in years and years and years, he may have actually entered a state of normality. The big galoot didnt feel galootish in the slightest. No sir he didnt,not one tiny little iota. In fact the idea of even referring to himself as a big galoot, seemed boringly self absorbed and slightly insulting.. Slim Farrell was happy enough but it just somehow felt different. The big bald headed brute had always had an unreasonable sense of involvement and purpose, in the woes and struggles of others. Hed had an insane energy, which compelled him to occasionally do some outrageous stunt or action which hed felt might be likened to a small cog in the grand wheels of change. Dont get me wrong,he still cared about people and things........ its just that his new found and hard worked for sanity, was encouraging a sense of liberation from his previous personal ideals and ethics. Slim used to log onto facebook and have a good look around. The trials and tribulations as well as the outrageous sufferings and injustices had affected him terribly but he was better now. The hate and the acrimony, which had so bitterly poisoned the well, of the wonderful potential of his species, had been something which hed felt an obligation to take a stance against. The former galootish aspect of his nature, had used his clown like clumsiness and his sense of humour, to deflect and dissipate some of that dangerous conflict of interest. His head had been full of stories and dumb ass distractions. Unfortunately such insanity is often a complete waste of time which often leads to no other purpose other than the fulfilling the misaligned and self absorbed ego of the story teller. Slim was better now. His head was quiet.......................... and his stories and his supposedly anecdotal tales of failure and redemption............ seemed to have been lifted from him somehow. His personal sorrow at the tragedy of the unfairness and of the inequity of the world seemed to have left him. His desire to try and make others laugh or perhaps,on occasion, maybe even cry, had gone. Hed been crazy to think or to even contemplate, that the voice of one such broken and imperfect individual, had the right to speak out from beyond its rightful place. He was just another, the same as all the others. With acceptance in his heart .............. and with his own personal cure now firmly within his grasp, Slim Farrell fell apologetically and appropriately back into line. For the first time in years, Slim found himself back upon the pathway to normality. He smiled and sighed with great relief.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 06:12:06 +0000
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