Public humiliation

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I've had a wonderful mini-break in the Far East and I am glad I forced myself to take the time off. I'll spare you the details until a further post because today I wish to discuss with you all public humiliation.

What spurred this topic was a foolish decision I made, recklessly when I bumped into Fonzy at a local shopping mall. The flashing cameras, high mic's and foreign TV crew excited me and woosh, there I was blabbering to them as if I was sat there in a cafe with my full cream chino, chatting away the afternoon to my closest girlfriends. A 3-hour conversation with the crew turned into 20 seconds on a documentary and as I've told myself a million times before, never trust the media, but seems like I never learn because those 20 seconds only pick up on the most negative remarks I made. Let alone, that I spoke the most positively about the Middle Eastern situation, I was made into a baboon. Anyhows, it's done now, aired in foreign countries and I just hope, nobody I know sees it.

I'm watching Oprah as I type this and why do I 'think' that I may have some symptoms of Bipolar disease?

Inspo of the day:

Till we meet again,
Sedeso