An English Sterotype

I’m a 27 year old English man with a respectable job. I wear a shirt every day and I drive to work in my new car. I drink coffee and complain about the weather.

Its fucking unbearable, well, apart from the coffee.

On the outside I have what was dreamed up for me since childhood, in fact I have “exceeded expectation” compared to my younger peers.

If I have “succeeded” then why do I feel such a deep angst? Behind this fake image is a big fucking furnace that’s burning to change the world. I’m not starting at the beginning, but I’m a long way from the end of this path.

This is the first place I can write without filtering. There will be rambles, grammatical errors, and discussions on where I’m going and where I’ve been. But sit tight whilst I go Super Saiyan.

Fuck

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