Only Jokin’ Folks!
My parents were both policemen and police civilian staff and a policewoman and a Rotarian too if you include my step parents.
But I have a new theory. My punk friends (sic) think I am a policeman (?) and my family might think I am a semi-criminal punk.
This is not good news if you are living next to an ageing population looking for someone to blame for the ‘current situation’ in which people are not really bothered about ‘work’ or being ‘a citizen’ or ‘child’ or whatever a parent or sibling describes things.
Even justifying a right to be alive and free from outside interference made apparent in some cases by extreme examples of behavior by those who may subvert all efforts to integrate with either side as suspiciously as if devised by a mind that is set on disruption through methods foul.
In other words – Some poor shmuck will end up getting it in the neck.
Guess who that person might be?
That person might be me.
Am I being paranoid? Not if I count incidents as evidence of unwanted behaviour from either quarter. It adds up to something.
This piece of writing for one.
But little mental revelations are exactly that. It’s only because I thought it might make interesting reading that I put it to keyboard and screen. It’s not like I need it to be seen.
And the slights I imagine, well they may be for a totally other reason, or not even slights at all, just a part of life, as my old friend said often, being a space-ball.