An SP. As good as it gets.

Out with a pal drinking tonight. He takes no prisoners. Not everyone's cup of tea, not well loved. Why? Because he grew up in Sheffield, fought for everything he has, no-one did him any favours. And he worked his way towards the top. Ok, he's not the Chairman, but let me tell you, I'd like his tax bill!

Shoots from the hip. Black is black. White is white. No tree hugging going on here! I love him to death! I know exactly where I stand with him. If I mess up...he lets me know. If I do good...he lets me know. At anytime I know how he feels. I may not always agree, but I know. No lies. No pretences.

I come away feeling elated. I'm not sure why exactly. Cleansed? I'm rid of impure thought. I am now thinking with purpose. He has resolved all my doubts in a 2 hour session at the bar! I may not like his advice, but I know he's right. Others don't like his forthright approach. Maybe because it hurts them to accept reality? I don't know. But he's right.

It made me think of pretence versus reality.

This then made me think of Gazimp. His efforts at self-promotion in his search for a...kindred spirit...of the opposite sex. How we present ourselves. How we dress up.

So what I have today, is as good as it gets. I can't make myself look any better. I don't want sympathy. I can live with it. My wife and children love me, so that's good enough for me. But if I were to post a profile on a date site...this is as good as it gets! and you know SPs are difficult right!

So Gazimp...be happy!

For tomorrow, I will show you reality. What it's really like. Tomorrow, I will give you warts and all. As difficult as it may be. But for today...this is as good as it gets! this is as good as I can make it!

PS - and those of you who check it out large, the 'soft focus' on my right eye - left as you look at it - is not processing, it is a defect in my iris that 'blurs' the edge and makes it look in a photo like 'glare', or light 'bleeding' into the iris.