Gossip and freedom of speech

I love to gossip. I don't mean the malicious sort, I mean passing on interesting things that happen to people. If they're confidential, then I won't, but otherwise it's what makes good conversation and learning material. Is there anyone else that really doesn't? It's human nature to learn and share, and for me the most fascinating thing to learn and share about is ourselves. And for that I'm labelled a gossip by some. Maybe they've got something to hide then. Privacy is so not a big deal for me. I know I've committed no offences and so have nothing to be private about myself. Because no one with an IQ or age above 10 does it in this country many people think I'm also an idiot for doing so, but no one I know has (or probably could) used anything true I've shared about myself against me. The only things they did in the past were made up, and I believe in order to be understood we have to give people enough to understand us.

In British law, they agree with me. Defamation does not just have to be nasty, it must be a lie. If we tell the truth or give an opinion (unlike in many other countries including some in Europe) it's allowed. It's called freedom. The privacy laws just over the channel scare the shit out of me as it technically means anything can be made secret, with frighteningly totalitarian consequences. Anyway, that's another issue and one I can only encourage people to disagree with here.
But as you can see, I mainly gossip here about myself as it's my diary. But if someone gossips about me I usually take it as a compliment if not defamatory as it means I'm interesting enough to quote. Who wants to die forgotten? I also laugh at funny jokes about my own race if they are funny, however nasty, and am only too prepared to do the same about others as I can take it, and racists will not be made or stopped by regulating humour, just fascists will create and enforce such rules.

Education is not gained from selectivity but sharing information, and the number of postgraduate students on my counselling course aged 25 plus, who discovered for the first time that other people as well as them had problems scared the shit out of me. And my own clients usually think everyone else is fine except them as they all won't admit to anyone except their counsellor they have any problems and feel totally isolated and inadequate as a result. So I am a one man crusade to break this British deadlock by spilling the beans on anything and everything I can that hopefully can't be used against me, and set an example. If, as the leader of the crusade, I get cut down, than at least I will have gone down doing what I believed in, and would rather have done than chicken out and select safe information to share. I never did this, it almost got me delayed on my course but didn't in the end, and now I at least hope I do it consciously and carefully, which I didn't do then. Well, to close it all I will give the latest gossip from Kingsbury.

It's all over with Kendall, as I started the story here I had to let everyone know what was happening for the blog. Otherwise I have met an incredibly spiritual person which I just wanted to mention. I also re-read some of Nick Roach's site about his own experience of enlightenment, and guess what (after asking him this exact question like an idiot by email), he said one part was massive coincidences and being given many learning experiences. We are in absolute tandem there!
I do believe I was given a pretty big one of my own recently, to show me life in Kingsbury actually wasn't that bad. Life in general actually, and if God's listening, it worked. And of course every person involved in the situation was chosen for their reasons as well, so they'd have to look for them. You see how I can be diplomatic where it's necessary? OK, I hate doing so, I'd love to give names, places and details, but would not like the horse's head as a result so have to leave it out. Funnily enough, I just bought another book by David Icke and he does give names and places, bloody big ones, and has never been sued! There's another lesson there if I can think of it.

My plans, I have to admit, haven't changed much since graduation 20 years ago. A decent girlfriend and decent job. These came and went, and the jobs of course lasted a lot longer. Actually I no longer want what you'd call 'a job', I want to remain self-employed, but make hundreds a week instead of bits and pieces doing something that pays hundreds. So far my business ambitions have never been thwarted (unlike the female ones) and I strongly expect this to happen, though how and when I can't control. I even have no idea how I'll EVER meet a woman, as there are no specific places here at my age, you just have to trip over the right one at the right time. As the 'anorak' statistical mode automatically springs into action like a well-oiled railway timetable, the last ones were met from (in order from most recent)internet site, party, introduced by friend, introduced by friend, introduced by friend, disco back in 1982 but nothing happened for 11 years, telephone dating and disco. I.E. no consistent route. I've never pulled at my work or anyone else's (ie waitresses, shop girls, other staff wherever I happen to be including the incredible doctor and nurse team who stitched my finger etc). My grandma is my greatest critic as she genuinely believes if I return to even one singles do I used to frequent from the mid 70s to the mid 80s i'd be married soon. The fact I went from time to time up till about 1998 and each time remembered why I'd stopped shows it no longer would work. Most were people who were either there from the beginning, or returned after a divorce. It unfortunately includes those whose appearances make it hard to meet anyone and those whose appearances are fine until you speak to them. The others either meet someone immediately and never return, or don't need to go there in the first place. Agencies are a terrible waste of money and time (in that order, I have plenty of time to spare) as I spent a few years trying them in the late 80's onwards as the next port of call. Apart from the random success from a telephone dating service I met a pile of women, mainly older than me and divorced, with enough problematic data to allow Freud to write all his books all over again. I liked a few of them and some let me spend quite a bit of time and money on them before deciding they either didn't want me, or in the case of some, didn't really want a man at all now they'd had a go.

On the plus side, I do meet some incredible women, but not in a setting I can do anything about, but I know they exist, and some are even single. This includes my internet forums where they all live far away, and though some may have been worth trying had they lived nearby, I don't want to start with any complications. But it does give me hope, and if God is listening now, I'd like one very quickly, and even if possible one I can specifically name. I read we have to think without limits, and one miracle is no bigger than another, so we can expect anything to happen, as once you break the bounds of science one trick is as amazing as another, so you may as well ask for the biggest ones. The request has been made to the universe now, and I will let it go as I was taught to do.