To the sounds of a certain Mr Buble I begin my second blog entry.

Is it not a wonder how opinions, thoughts, beliefs and perceptions are so easily altered and transformed. With the slightet alteration in circumstance or status are giant changes in those named respects. A popular example is how a single man thinks that his singular existance is the worst thing in the world, but then that same man, once in a relationship will look with absolute envy upon those that are single.

As my last relationship was drawing to a close, I bethought meself the world's most miserable being. I might indeed have been miserable, but that misery is of scant propotions to the misery that sits upon me when I consider my relationship status now, that of being single. Now, the obvious choice seems to be to plunge right in that inexhaustible market, but as with a plethora of other circumstances, it's hardly that simple! Firstly, there is the fact that I am at a conundrum concerning the whole relationship phenomenon. One side of me is abhorrent of any relationships at this time, it prefers a hit and run modus operandi, a string of absolutely meaningless liasons of duration not more that a couple of hours. The other part of me is all for settling down with just one girl, and hope that she has not set her moral standard too high, for that's likely to be a bummer, and someone would only end up getting hurt. Then there is the very small part of me that wants to direct my efforts elsewhere. Somewhere else that has nothing to do with those kind of social triviances.

Suppose a girl was to be chosen, there's a whole lot of considerations in so doing. These I will touch upon in my next blog. Sleep and Top Gear bid me heed them.