Early into 2019 I really felt like I had clocked life. Then like all good movies something went wrong.
In the process of things going wrong, I learned a lot about life and myself in general.
I had my DNA sequenced. Sadly there were no strands of Alien DNA but I can categorically say I am 51% Western European this explains my affinity with parts of Europe I thought I had no connection with but could feel something. I am also 49% UK, Irish/Scottish/Welsh. No English, this explains why I find it *interesting* serving underneath them.
Anyway, during my spectacular birthday month, I was given some nail polish.
I used to wear nail polish about 20 years ago.
I got thinking could I get away with it at work if it matched the uniform.
Then I remembered if you want to boil frogs you do it slowly they dont even notice they are boiling alive.
On a Monday I painted my thumbs.
The next Wednesday I painted my little fingers.
And on the Friday I painted all my fingers.
Nobody said a word.
There is nothing wrong about feeling different. How you express this is up to you. I have some good stories.
I have new living arrangements. I believe I have told all people close to me what has happened. If you have to know more you can email me.
I am certainly enjoying having my own space. I guess I felt like a visitor at my old place.
Also, it is a sad fact that not many scientific discoveries have been found in a marriage.
2020 has made me very aware of time and how I best use it.
I am my Magnum Opus.