Swimming against the tide ain't easy.

I always abhor how people try to cash on the latest event.

Trying to win a few clicks out of Jordan Peterson or the latest school shooting or in this instance the latest celebrity suicide and here I am against my best judgement doing the same exact thing just like a hypocrite.

Mind you Suicide as you would know the half dozen of people that read me regularly is an absolute favourite subject of mine.

The method is always of interest to me too.  In Bourdain's and Robin Williams' case, two addicts, they chose to hang themselves instead of the much preferred pills way or your plain overdose.

Listening to a "suicidee" as we speak now, one who chose a much more violent method and very rare in the occidental world: Andre Fortin.

What's next listening to Dolores O'Riordan now? 

In that case we will have to keep speculating over the method mind you even though some heavy ingestion is suspected.

Anyway June the 12th here moving on from my week long jet lag to my traditional post-holiday depression.  Is it related to postpartum depression now? :) 

My pedometer has gone from hectic to nearly dead.

Trying to get some life air energy something by doing something I used to like i.e. writing my blog.

Playing one game  halfheartedly after taking a week to decide.  Another game season coming soon that might keep me busy for 2 days.

Now I've got the longest winter ever in front of me coming out of 3 degrees Celsius in Montreal to go back to 3 degree Celsius this time with no central heating.  Grounded for another 3 months at least if not more so the prospects are not good.

So what am I saying? Absolutely Fuck All as usual just that despite the fairly secluded sheltered easy life that I have well I don't like it.  I am bored out of my skull and worst passionless. 

No I am not going to follow in Bourdain's or Williams' or O'Riordan's footsteps. That would prolly require a terminal sickness or a great decline in quality of life.

I was thinking that in order of turn I should wait for my daughter and my mother to go first anyway. 

Don't know Bourdain that much but the fact that Bourdain and Williams were close to my age hits close to home.  

Mind you I still have this obsession to make it to my 2 billionth second and I've got almost a full year to wait for that now and wait and wait and wait.

So here you go my 3 to 6 readers my state of mind at the mo.

With the current weather one could also add or blame seasonal depression to post-travelling depression mind you.

and like Forrest Gump That's all I got to say about that.