Sometimes I think I’m just an arsehole. I guess that’s not always true. The internal dialogue tells me all manner of things but often it’s that I’m no good and that I’m a horrible person. I guess it’s wrong. I guess that sometimes there is a decent human being in here somewhere. It’s all a fight. There’s no permanent winning. There’s also no permanent losing either. It’s just that theres no balance for me or certainly not often. I guess I’m getting more reflective as I’m getting older. Who knows. At least today I’m not an arsehole. Well not fully.
