Today I drove to all the way over to my parents followed by a trip to my brother and sister-in-law to see the kids. I managed to get all the way back home. Nothing went wrong! I only drove round to a local restaurant to have some dinner. It should taken just a minute or two to get home after that.

So as I hit a major roundabout where I live my gearstick went to jelly and I stopped moving! My car was in the middle lane and traffic all around me! I put on the hazard lights got out looked at the vichele and hoped no one would hit it. It was snowing and I was getting cold as I called the police watching people avoid my car and nearly hitting each other. They took 20 min to turn up, but when they did it was towed to a safer road! I had to wait another 30 to 40 min for the AA to turn up. I finally got the car back home feeling cold and ill.

I am so glad that no one hit me, I swear at least nearly 1000 cars, vans, big rigs, buses and one salt mixer didn’t leave a scratch.

Every so often I send people different greeting messages, the so called friends. Is it not polite to reply to a correspondance? I often wonder why I bother trying to be friendly at all. It’s hard for me to get off the ground, those mental blockers, the self restraint. 

Traits we all have and yet the politeness of conversation, I don’t want to be spiteful or hurtful to anyone, but the steel cold silence is just as offensive to me as someone telling me to fuck off.

Is waiting a day for a reply too long, but no reply in a month? Did I send to the right person? Number correct, check, email correct, check. Social media name, correct.

I am helpless to understand why a simple hello will not suffice. As the sun sets this evening I wonder did I do something wrong? Am I wrong? What went wrong. The distance between friendship grows like continental drift. Soon friendship will be the endless oceon, lost at sea currents taking you in different directions. Maybe one day an old friend might wash up on my shoreline.