almondemotion

I have written a few blogs.

820 to be precise.

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It makes me wonder,

How people who have never met me

See me.

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I imagine there are two groups –

Those who have met me, friends and family, who from reading, have perhaps gained some insight into who I am beyond or separate to who they thought or think I am

and,

Those who have never met me and have an imagine;

A digital construct,

Streamed directly from the voices inside my head

Through the keyboard

To their cortices.

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Voila

Cognitive transition

Electronic transference.

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Does it matter?

Well, what people think of me does and does not matter;

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There is the public me – the doctor, for example.

It would be bad if people saw me as a bullying, double-dealing cheat / scoundrel; that wouldn’t seem right – trust me I am a doctor, only, don’t kind of thing;

Then, there is me, the individual separated from that occupational persona.

Heck, I could or at least should be able to be what or who I want.

I’m not that adventurous and I suspect the lines between me as me and me as occupational me and blogger are so thin as to overlap almost entirely.

I don’t have a problem with this.

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I remember the Steve Biko book – I think I have mentioned it before; I found it very influential back in the 80’s ‘I write what I like’ – he wasn’t taking any shit. Sure, it didn’t end well for Steve. He did have a legacy.

Do I write what I like?

No.

Mostly that remains inside.

It ping-pongs around my cranium; occasionally waking me at three in the morning.

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And, does that matter?

Shouldn’t it be all about self-expression; catharsis?

Primal Scream I hear you shout (naked in the forest).

No.

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We are living in times that are far too sober for such shenanigans.

Once upon a time I was wild, now I am tamed.

Broken.

And this, is who I am.

Steve Biko outside the King William’s Town Magistrate’s Court. 07/07/1977.

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