Currently typing this in Belfast's Central Library. I've stated many times in my life how important such places are. The books that surround me as I write set up the perfect background. I wonder how much time I'll have to free up in order to get through all these tasty volumes. As well as the many piles I've got at home.
February has arrived. In 2017. A decade ago I was heading to University. And I'm not sure I've got any clearer indication on what I'm doing with my life since then. But I'm glad to say I no longer stress or worry about such. As long as I'm working - within a job and upon my own development and view of my place upon the world - do I really need a defining position in the world?
Take Donald Trump for example. I'm getting the impression that he's not enjoying the job of President of the United States. Certainly getting the position is an achievement. And beforehand the job sounds highly prestigious and beneficial. But his running for the position reminded me of US teen comedies and dramas. The type where plotlines follow certain students in high schools who run for Class President or some such accolade.
It all sounds glamorous and impressive and astounding.
For Trump I am getting the impression (and occasionally, fear) that he is discovering how complex the job is. He has the ultimate position in the world. Yet I think he's no more clearer on what he wants to bring to the world than he did during his bankruptcy days.
I'm simplifying this scenario. I'm sure there are moments in the job he is enjoying. Like loosing his temper every so often.
Then again, he's trying new things. Which I suppose should be applauded.
Even if his actions are causing major stress globally.
As noted before in a previous blog post, one is continuing the frugal living. But it's great. One is rereading George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire. In bitesize chapters of course. The last time I read it I was trying to take it in one swallow. And I couldn't tell you anything that happened within those pages. Now however - one chapter at a time, one is being exposed to the mysterious and murderous goings on of Westeros beautifully.
Then I dose it with Stephen King. I pulled out Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood considering it is Valentine's Day in the next week. It's probably the only novel concerning Romance in my collection. Maybe Wuthering Heights. Am always up for bizarre twisted relationships.
And if you work in a cinema like I do, you see how strange and scary some relationships can be.
That's why for this Valentine's Day I'm planning, straight after work; a glass of red wine and Marilyn Manson's latest album entitled Say10. If it's released. He has stated it would be release day. But so far no album tracklist or art work has been released. If in the end it isn't, then a rewatch of James Whale's classic The Bride of Frankenstein will be in order.
I wonder if Donald Trump will embrace the day with a message of love and understanding? Surely as a World Leader it would be a small responsibility or courtesy, That would maybe steer him in the direction of global favoritism.
But more likely ridicule.
