Hello Uncle SAAK

SAAK’s baby sister is having a baby, despite the fact that she is unlikely to call the child Seven as per SAAK’s wishes, this news does gladden his heart. SAAK recently turned 31, yes the bottom of the hill is in plane view, and it’s not pretty and things were a little down.

SAAK does think he will make a great uncle, this child is going to be so spoiled her parents (yes Seven is a feminine name, yet only 12 weeks old SAAK feels it’s a girl, otherwise SAAK would be pushing for B3ob as the name, the 3 is silent) are going to rue the day they introduced her to uncle SAAK.

From a completely selfish perspective, which, lets face it SAAK takes life in general, this does distract from the suckenness of getting older. Sunday, SAAK was filled with the dread that, yes another year is gone and no, nothing has changed and yes, it is now more likely that this life will be lonely and sucky for ever. Now though, SAAK has something to look forward to.

This child will speak such proper English that only SAAK will appreciate its beauty and be so damn sarcastic that even her mother would.. you would have to know SAAK’s little sister….

:-) for something different…

A curious conundrum

For those of you have read SAAK before, SAAK knows there are not that many of you.. SAAK left the big bad city about 10 months ago… in nearly 10 years there SAAK had not met one person of his age he would call a friend… thinking, o’well, drowning not waving, SAAK has move to the middle of nowhere looking for a new start.

Okay, good plan you might thing, but unbeknownst to SAAK loneliness does not enjoy company.. rather it festers better on it own. IT’S TOUGH TO BE LONELY WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE AROUND YOU. Okay, yes, there are 5 million people in Sydney, but SAAK did not know any of them, in the middle of nowhere there are 5 thousand people and SAAK is related to many of them.

The move here was, as SAAK probably knew at the time, a resignation from life, but the constant “what’s wrong”, “what’s wrong”, that should be followed by “I’m sad and old and lonely and tired and fed up”, is responded by the usual not committal “nothing, why?”

Loneliness, as SAAK has now realised is a security blanket for the alone…. but it make so much more sense when you’re alone …..

SAAK gets the overwhelming feeling that, not only for himself, but for those who think they know him, he should have stayed and suffered in the big bad… FUCK SAAK IS LONELY….