Because to be honest my writing has taken a bit of a back seat of late and it seems like an ideal route to ease myself back into it. Plus it's gotta be more productive than my gloomy piss-take version of 'Living Next Door to Alice' (ah, the thoughts you get laying alone in bed at 4am)...
So yeah. Homework! Haven't done this since my ill-fated attempts at university, but that is a story for another time methinks.
9/4: What's your best quality?My sense of humour I'd say. It can be dirtier than an Irvine Welsh toilet seat (think that scene from Trainspotting...), it can be dry and political, it can be biting and sarcastic, it can be cheesy as all hell. Whatever the situation calls for I suppose.
9/11: Best for advice for dealing with haters?For many, many years I put far too much stock in what other people said and thought about me. Particularly in high school. To be perfectly frank, it was one of the contributing factors to my long-term depression which I am glad to say is very much under control now.
Nowadays however, I realise that I am, in my own personal and inimitable way, a wonderful person. I have embraced what makes me the man I am today. I know I'm not in the greatest shape or that my looks might be considered by some to be sub-par. But it is what I am. I've learned to take fiercely proud ownership of that. If someone says that I'm a fat bastard, I don't care. I know that I am and I accept that - for someone else to have to point it out as if I'd never seen myself in front of a mirror before probably points at some insecurity with their own appearance.
It's taken a long time, but for me I've learned to roll with what I am and let it roll off my back. It's not an easy goal to reach, but if a chunky Weegie guy with mental health issues can do it I can imagine that better people than I could achieve that goal.
And for putting up with my ramblings, have a cheesecakey (or would that be beefcakey for men?) picture of myself flaunting my national pride. Alba gu bràth!
