Gday punters.
I’ve just had the most enlightening experience. I read my first blog – it was the first one I’d wanted to read – the blog of a friend, who has become, after reading the blog, a close friend. At least that’s how I feel. For the person in question the blog must have been very therapeutic, managing to be an interesting read full of humour and uplifting stories and a very personal account of an excruciatingly difficult time in their life. It was a pleasure and an honour to read.
This amazing experience has made me question how I would like this blog to be received by you – the reader. Right now I think it is a journal of our journey through the process of making The Bloke Show – which is what it was originally intended to be. Both Bj and I have shared some personal anecdotes but (speaking for myself) I feel I haven’t really let you in to who I am, which is what I loved the most about my friend’s blog. It is a very difficult thing to be so transparent and giving but I’m hoping to move more in that direction from now on.
Lets start by telling you some random information about me that you probably wont know –
I am homesick as hell – I crave sunlight and hot days , I miss the faces of loved ones , both family and friends. I miss sitting on a verandah with friends having a beer while sharing stories and laughter. I miss the blue blue ocean and the golden soft sand. I miss body bashing (body surfing) at the local beach. I miss the southern star filled heavens and the heady humid smell of summer.
My reason live here and I have an ex here who is well entrenched. My reason need their mother and I need them and they need me. Why not visit Australia, my homeland? Well, due to recent economic misfortunes I am behind in child support payments – no I am not a deadbeat dad! – it just became a financial impossibility at that time, I am catching up payments now, but as it stands I am not allowed to leave the US. My passport has been revoked (or the equivalent- whatever it is called). So here I stay. Sometimes life just deals you a dud hand, its not the end of the world it’s a hiccough. I’ve not lost a loved one, I am not homeless, I do not live with a life threatening illness or a life altering disability. My reason are well and happy.
I am working on being more grateful.
I am working on building bridges and repairing old beaten ones.
I regret not completing a “real-world” degree.
I love cricket (the sport) and will forever be grateful to my father who made my brother and I watch Test Matches as children when we begged him to watch cartoons or The Brady Bunch re-runs.
I wish they would show “Catch that Pigeon” (Dastardly and Muttley) or better yet, do a remake of it.
I wish the phrase “…when I was your age…” was unknown to humankind.
I’m yearning to see someone I can’t see…I think the feeling will pass but its been a long time and it hasn’t left me yet, which begs the question : will she ever really leave me? Is this simply unrequited love? God, that would be really dreadful.
I want this feeling to go and I want it to hurry up!
I’m a shocking snob – I don’t mean to be, but I am – about just about everything.
Money is not a big priority in my life and materialists are not people I choose to emulate ..yet a lot of the things in life I love are really, really expensive.
If you can sort that mess out you’re doing better than me.
I love watching happy people and I’m really bad at hiding the fact that I’m watching (read – staring at ) them and I can’t hide that I’m happy that they’re happy. It’s sometimes misread as creepy. Not good really.
I’m a terrible romantic and cry at the drop of a hat, but I loathe sentimental movies.
I suffer shocking insomnia.
When a child enters my heart they will be loved by me forever. I have seven children/young adults in my heart.
I love good food and good wine AND I love going to the gym – a happy coincidence.
Well that’s enough for now. Maybe more later, but tomorrow more TBS progress.
Have a ripper day,
Simon
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