If there is nothing else I can say about the North Wind (aka God) is that he/she has a sense of humor and a more interesting sense of irony. Sometimes I think he/she plucks things out my head and make them materialise just to have a good laugh at my expense.
Ha Ha Ha! Good one - sa feb. We still we.
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
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