Hello. My name is not actually Maurice Moonman, but I can't say I would really mind too much if it was; not that my real name is anything to be too ashamed of - though it depends on who you ask, I suppose. I've never even actually been to the moon, nor a lot of other places, though, still, did somehow manage a few good times in the past, regardless ... but do feel quite alone now; maybe not quite to the extent of feeling as if I am stranded alone on the moon - but not too far off.
I do have a pet tortoise, called Sammy, who I have had since I was four - quite a long time to have a pet, so more like brothers, I suppose; I don't know if I would want to go so far as to say we might be mistaken for twins, though.
Anyway, here you have me ... I have really come to hate so much about social-media - along with other things, more broadly - that this relatively-obscure little corner of the online world does feel like something of a reasonably appealing hiding-place ... without literally hiding ... though a lot of stuff out there does scare the sh*t out of me. I wouldn't say that I hate everything entirely, of course - there are always things that make life worth living; I would say that music played a fairly big part in my "development", though it's not like it was, and I do feel stressed a lot of the time to an extent that does get in the way of my enjoyment of things - it would be great to be able to snap out of it, but it really isn't easy ... it feels like it should be, but it isn't. In recent years, I've largely coped by going for walks. I do know my way around a lot better than I used to do - and it's amazing how ignorant I was in the past; there were places very close-by that I was previously completely unfamiliar with. So, I have walked a lot of ways, locally, but really do need to find my way as a person in other ways, but like I say, it doesn't always come easy. I haven't been "going out" so much lately, but did go through a period of a few years when that was very much a thing - almost feels like a dream now, and I wasn't one of those people where it flowed naturally, from being a teenager, so did have to work at it, but the moment came when I did push myself to make a bit of a leap ... and then found myself arriving at a point when that did become a whole lot easier; too easy. Though because I did have to work at it, and push myself, I don't see it all as a bad thing; I got a lot out of it, really, but in other ways, I didn't, and don't really know where I am anymore, in relation to the world ... hence the "hiding".
Things could be worse, I suppose - but life can be very strange. I did fancy myself as some sort of writer, but felt certain things were distracting me from that, such as having to do stuff for my Grandad, in his old age, which I did for several years, until he died. I remember moaning about the routine I'd got stuck in, in the pub, having to go to his house, sorting through drawers, and various other mundane, repetitive tasks. It was really rubbing it in when near the end of his life we found out that someone was writing a play about him, and that actually turned out to be the big breakthrough for the writer, and there's been no stopping him since, with his stratospheric success. It's one of those things where it does feel like someone's rubbing it in a bit too much, but maybe it's not too late for me to turn things around, in relation to my own standing. Or maybe I am just kidding myself ...
I did pick up a book recently, entitled 'Keanu Reeves is Not in Love With You - The Murky World of Online Romance Fraud'; I haven't read it yet, but maybe I should. A few years back, there was, as it happens, the odd occasion when I was out walking and found myself getting called "John Wick"; like I say, it could be worse, and it wasn't the worst thing to be called ... it's not like someone shouting-out "Oi, Elephant Man!" ... which would naturally be taken quite badly, though Mr. Merrick was supposedly really quite a nice guy ... which is what really matters, I suppose.
Am I nice? That's for you to decide, I guess ...
