The Age of 'Millennial, Emotional Incontinence'.

This period will go down in history as the 'Millennial Age of Emotional Incontinence'.

My Vampire Hours Are Getting Too Much!

Yes, I know I've referred to my sleeplessness in a previous post, but it really has reached way beyond urine extraction territory now. I'm asleep for one hour, and then wake up feeling as if I've had a full night, and spend the entire next day totally washed-out and barely compos-mentis.

Don't misunderstand me, I love the peace and tranquillity that my undisturbed night's have to offer. No interruptions from phone calls, or text messages, and not another waking soul around to interrupt the blissful night. The downside, however, is getting through all of the day ahead because during daylight I find it hugely difficult to sleep, without a good slug of Nightnurse to knock me out cold. Mind you, the same can be said for nights too. So, I'm in a no-win situation whichever.

I understand why this happens, as during sleeping hours, the human brain processes all the thoughts and activities we engage in. So, I guess my brain is in super-drive mode and turbo charges its way through my daytime stuff faster than most other humans. Having done so, I'd prefer it to rest for the remaining seven hours so I can wake up refreshed for a change, and enjoy the daylight hours ahead of me. You know, to be 'normal'.

Although, that begs the question, what is normal? I don't believe I know any more. Have you heard, read, or seen the news lately?

Trust me, I try not to, and to save my sanity only allow the input of significant stories where they are unavoidable. It's just that every time I believe I have my careful screening down to a tee, there are stories that burst through my inner ‘bullshitometer’ like a missile and hit my sensibilities with such an impact that I have no other option than to vent my already to capacity spleen in a blog post, like now.

I wouldn't mind too much if it weren't the case where only just having got through the clowns protesting literally outside my door last weekend over some far-right threat that wasn't, we've somehow crash-landed into further lunacy without so much as a comfort break in between, as all holy-hell breaks loose, both in this country and elsewhere.

So, Vlad the Insaner is kicking off because Vlod the Ukrainian is giving him a taste of his own medicinal Vodka. The Iranian high command of Islamic terrorists is kicking off over Israel being the only non-Muslim territory they haven't yet taken control of, and the full set of Middle Eastern countries under eventual Islamic extremist control isn't complete without it.

Meanwhile, in the relative, by comparison, peace and quiet of the United Kingdom, we're busy conceiving our own brand of terrorism in the form of Just Stop Oil lunatics; an assortment of adult nappy-wearing rioters and protesters who each need to be prescribed an entire bottle of Valium every day, just to calm them down; a knife-wielding maniac of foreign origin in central London; severely mentally disturbed patients visiting their psychosis on innocent people because they've been allowed to roam free in the community; and, if this wasn't enough, Britain's youngest rioter - aged only TWELVE faces jail; PLUS, a young mother in Manchester who took her toddler in a stroller to a violent riot like it was an adventure, day out.

Now, if all that wasn't enough to send your blood to a temperature that would roast your Sunday dinner, there's talk of Counter Terrorism Police taking safety advice into UK classrooms!

I'll say it again, and again. This period will go down in history as the 'Millennial Age of Emotional Incontinence'.