Tag: Unique

Out of Office: 19.01.2023

Thursday, 19 January 2023

14:07

I returned to work on Tuesday after taking one day off sick due to poor mental health.

I had people who don’t usually communicate with me outside of work, sending unsolicited messages—asking questions under the guise of concern.

On Wednesday, one said to me, ‘Are you okay? Because you don’t seem yourself!’

Me: ‘Yes, I’m fine, thanks for asking.’

Idiot: ‘Are you sure? Because you don’t seem yourself!’

Me: ‘I’m fine. Thank you.’

Idiot: ‘Are you sure? You just don’t seem yourself at all. I’m here if you need anything. If you need to talk, I mean, I’m, I’m right, here okay.’

Me: ‘I’m fine. Thank you.’

I mean, a return to work was completed with my Line Manager, So why do others feel they are now competent enough or even wanted in my personal space? Why do they feel entitled to know why I was off work? Even when I’ve politely shut the topic down, they still push for information.

I could not wait to get out and finish my shift. Yes, there are many obvious reasons for being employed. However, self-employment is the true path for me.

Others say they mean well; they’re just looking out for you. But I never ticked a box to say, hey, I accept nosey fake doctors in my life. We’re not even close like that – never have been, never will.

In addition to the above, I would not have returned if I did not feel ready, nor would I disclose my reasons for being off sick. In short, leave me the fuck alone.

Kind regards

Unique

Salty Saturdays – Pencilled In 03.04.2021

We could call it whatever we like, essentially we set the rules surrounding our lives.

Our relationship has intensified in areas we did not expect.

Burning questions, life lessons and stealth deception.

We dreamt of becoming the couple that wins at everything. Only we end up losing because neither of us accepts the fact that we aren’t like the pictures we post up on our social media platforms.

#BAE

We dare not part, for the blogs would type and the users would read, the creators would make memes and our lie would be free!

That’s why each week we pencil in a day, well a block of time for us to try and reach and match our still images of happiness with reality.

Nightmare Series: Unique Is…

 A total mindfuck.

A wink and a stare.

Your best friend, who lifts you high into blissful moments.

Your lover, your one and only! A cherry kiss from her red lips.

An enigma.

A dream.

A quiet thought with a pinch of care.

One wrong move and Crow will gut you, right after or just before you ask God for forgiveness.

Unique is this thing that flourishes in your life.

Unique is?

Unique is an amazing thought process, wrapped up in pain and anxiety.

Don’t ask her to choose, life is full of commonplace varieties.

NEVER ask the opinion of everyday society!

Don’t stare too long, Crow will tear you from out of that seat at their table of peace. For one cannot dream of what Unique is, without something good to eat?

Unique is a mixture of warmth and ice, like cookie dough and ice-cream with added observations.

No cinnamon sprinkles, it’s fucking disgusting.

Unique is a plethora of stars made into human form.

Unique is living remnants of our universe from way back when.

Keep asking questions.

Keep watching your shadows.

Did you know, Crow prefers homemade banana bread?

Complete with heartache and suffering and that bitches ignorant head!

Unique is your bestie! Your homie beyond death you’ll never part.

Unique is pure mind-games, surreal like Dali art.

Unique is present, past and your future.

Unique is your tears as they profusely flow.

Unique is the end game and that is no joke.

STOP!

Ssh.

Crow is listening to your thoughts.

Unique is above average in fact beyond the range of online surroundings.

Unique is Pandora’s Box in a misunderstanding.

Unique is the gift of lava burning through your soul.

Unique does not exist in this world, therefore you’ll never know.

Remember to close your windows and lock your doors, the evil one flies through the night…

From the Files of Crow and Unique: Scalpel

What I love most about expression, is that it can be manipulated.

I remember being present.

I remember being present.

I remember being present.

I was once a gift to that aspect you call life.

Imagine for a moment that this next part isn’t staged.

You’re happy.

Very comfortable.

Sitting on a chair that is ergonomically suited for many physical needs.

I’m looking at your eyes, not quite the hue I most value. Your pupils are large – you like me, don’t you?

Nothing matters.

I turn my head slowly to the left and ask, ‘pass the scalpel.’

Crow glides down from a scratched bookcase and gently places it into my left hand.

With my right hand, I pick it up.

I’m delicate but you cry out in pain. I cut round from your left eyebrow down to the corner of your mouth. Crimson blurs the shade of your iris.

**I follow a superficial line around the rest of your face. Then with my scalpel, I gently peel back your skin.**

Slowly with care

Delicately with consideration

Then a tug at the end for good measure.

‘You’re now ready to go out into the world Sir. Show your true identity.

Be the bitch you’ve always been behind most doors.’

Blessing

I don’t want your blessings.

I don’t want your blessings.

I don’t want your blessings.

Keep em’

Ask your God to bless the babies born with cancer.

Bless the sea that fills with plastic.

Bless the lands that burn through with fire.

Bless the air that’s polluted by humans.

Bless the animals that perish through human action.

Bless the homeless that beg, while unused homes fill with dust.

Bless the heartbeats that have long since faded.

I don’t want your blessings.

I don’t want your blessings.

I don’t want your blessings.

About Earlier

📸: Taken by Crow

About Earlier

I went for a run.

Crow stayed near our home.

I went for a scan and was asked to return next week. Apparently, my bladder was not full.

I walked, and I walked, embracing the quieter roads and sounds of nature.

I bought mushrooms, broccoli, onions and rice.

I returned home and baked a banana loaf.

I sniffed the tulips, that rest upon the coffee table. I hate coffee.

Crow snuggled up in the corner of the window, the sunlight making his sapphire blue eyes sparkle like the crystals next to him.

We’re both introverts.

We’re both thriving.

We’re both happy.

Tomorrow, I will continue to read The Dolls Alphabet, and Crow will interrupt every three minutes. I like number three.

Now we sleep.