Originally this was going to be another one of those "Oh, brother... Morgan's being emotional AGAIN" blogs. I have since changed my mind and will attempt to frame my original point in a way that I don't usually express (without overly emotive language and sweeping assertions about the world). 


Can I point out and make clear that, this year has been to me like bits of Britney Spears career. It Veered off at random times into complete lunacy only to somehow complete itself in time for yet another crazy thing to happen .....aaaaaand repeat. Fun times right? Suuuuuure, if my name was Adnan Ghalib. It is now October. We're nearly to the eleventh year of our second millennium but I digress... I have grown up and learned a few lesson... blah blah blah.


So it happened in January, I came out of my "rut," (see earlier blog posts about how awfully depressed I had become the year preceding that). 


Because most people don't give a flying fuck about depression I shall explain it now. The coming-out-of-rut behavior works a little bit like a blocked waterfall being opened finally. The floodgates let the H2o smash out after a massive build up to climax in a cataclysm of hyperventilating flooding and thrashing magnificence. In english, what I mean to say is that my sudden confidence and freedom to think happily when I wanted, as opposed to the quiet solemn I used to be: caused me to play up a bit in the environments I had become used to being quiet and subservient. I got fed up wit the the nazi concentration camp which was my place of employ (or call centre you could also call it), and through months of "bad behavior" I was asked to resign slash got fired. Cool? Yeah i'd say, I was only being paid NZD $14.50 per hour and i'd been there fifteen months.