The Root of the Problem

Yesterday as I celebrated the Emancipation of my forefathers from their shackled existence I reflected on self and made peace within. The ease with which of late I have been yielding to exhibiting that fiery emotion inside has been a concern for me (no not wanting sex:) My anger had always flowed too closely to the surface and in my recent test I have failed miserably at keeping thing under wraps, so I did some introspection.

I typed yesterday as I discovered the root of this evil within and I felt emancipated having zeroed in on the effective cause. It was him....as if I or anyone would be surprised at that revelation.

The ease with which my reasonings and ramblings flowed was amazing even to me, and the therapy of the moment was a useful condition. I wrote and wrote and when I finished in a bid to make everything uniformed and pretty, I tried to select all and everything disappeared never to be found again. A few hours after trying all I could try with my limited knowledge of the technology, I realised that I should have just hit paste....Alas you win some and you lose some.

I am sorry I wasn't able to share it all but one day I will try again...the good thing about these experiences is that you always remember when.