Your tongue is a rudder.
It steers the whole ship.
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
But the wrong words will strand you.
Come off course while you sleep.
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed to bits on the reef.

So recently I have found a distinct lack of motivation to blog. Hence my silence. In an effort to end this silence I am now blogging… this very post. Shock.

In other news; a while ago I listened to a band called Brand New. They’re music wasn’t that good but it passed time. The other day I thought I would have a look at some of their newer stuff (ie not their first main album). So I got Deja Entendu. I like it. Has some nice and strange music – some good lyrics and a nice mixture of songs.

In other other news somebody told me that I should be a telemarketer. Want to know why? I have a very ‘nice’ phone voice. Apparently its soothing. It would be a good suggestion… but I get abused enough as is. If I was a telemarketer I might just jump.

Not really but still.

I don’t get abused all the time – but when I do it can be bad. It just leaves me feeling down, a little less faith in man-kind, a sour taste and a bad day. Imagine being a telemarketer though… having to call people who don’t want your calls. That’s just asking for abuse.

All that said little things slowly build my faith in humanity back up. Not at the same rate as my faith is eroding but it’s better than nothing. Small things, like people who are grateful for the help I give them. People who try and help in small ways, or even just someone being nice. For example someone dropped off a gift for one of my bosses today – a simple thanks and sign of appreciation for the work they have done.

In the end it’s sad how few people say thank you – even rarer are people who mean it.