It seems weird that both black and white are not actual colours, but black people are referred to as people of colour, which means that white people are assumed to be people without colour.

Because life is beautiful… my part in it is small… what is there to fear?

Every day the world grows smaller. Slowly but steadily, it’s becoming easier to exchange opinions, ideas, and culture. Sure, there’s a strong argument for identity, economic growth, and security, but perhaps it is equally as important to recognise that we are all humans on the same team. Especially in light of the recent refugee crisis, are borders becoming redundant, and is the idea of a country really necessary?

Because this is cradle of all the other issues.

How much is the mental health epidemic due to lack of meaning in contemporary society?
Why are there so many bored people resorting to (legal/illegal) drugs nowadays?
How can we expect people to think and make good decisions in times of crisis (eg.bushfire) when they have little experience of thinking and making decisions in every day life?
Individuals grow and develop when having the opportunity to work out problems with others.

I think men would be better human beings if we could discuss our health and mental issues amongst ourselves (like women do).

Regional areas in particular are being devastated and families are being torn apart. What is the heart of the issue? Boredom? A lack of other outlets in regional areas?

I have a mental illness in a regional city. I had an episode of anger which I understand is due to acute anxiety, at my daughter’s school. Three years on, people still cower, there is gossip about me, that is of the effect that I am going to coffee shops to ‘meet’ and ‘pickup’ men, and that I am most interested in meeting married men. I am told I have to just move around and amongst the society, (by my psychologist) but I find it safer and apparently I am becoming more reclusive, to remain at home. I don’t condone aggressive behaviour. The school and my workplace, were trying to ‘support’ me, by having psychologists at the school, monitor my behaviour and have people behave ‘accordingly’. I began to feel I was living ‘The Truman Show’, and realise none of my interactions were authentic. Initially those people were being ‘kind’ but misguided, in supporting me, and I guess, my daughter. I have 3 years until she leaves school. I will go ‘somewhere else’. Michael Kirby has spoken of the chaplaincy program being a ‘front’ to filter through students of need/risk. I plod on. This stigma came into my new workplace. I plod on. Btw: this is not my paranoia. Underneath, I find it deeply alienating and distressing.

Sick of seeing a difference in how I am treated.

Because I want to write a thesis on this.

Songwriters are lionised as geniuses, but hardly anyone buys or reads poetry. I don’t get it!

Oh, come now: 99 problems, & getting hitched still 1…!?!