My Dearest Friends

On my journey through life I have, thus far, failed to find reason to indulge myself in the pass-times that symbolise my generation and have therefore been victimised and criticised by my peers. Though it might seem like I search for pity or sorrow, rest assured that whilst i am not accepted by the many I would not trade those whom do for everyone else on this planet.

My life at home continues to neither be satisfying or disappointing. I do long for adventure, for independence, yet my parents do not believe that I could survive on my own. Though I know they mean well by this, I must insist of them to not assume that they know what could happen if I lived on my own. At times it seems that they don't even know me at all, despite having lived with me my entire life. They never even ask for me to explain my utmost feelings and cares. This continues to bedevil me.

I do hope that on this occasion I have not left you hating me for being so blunt.

I thank you for your time, my friends.

I remain,

Dr. James T. Hinckleton

The Blame of Hatred

Do you remember how your parents taught you to not be rude? No, yet when you have children of your own you seem to remember the word as if you have read them in a book. You see, life is an Autocue and it is your part to read it first time as if everything that is happening around you is breaking news. No man knows his destiny and no man can decide it, no matter how hard he might try. In 'The Terminator', Kyle Reese tells Sarah Connor that 'There is no Fate but what we make for ourselves' when in reality our life is a complex road that has many directions in which we could travel yet we always seem to choose the same direction every time. We could walk that street every day for the rest of our lives and each time we would always end up in the same place at the end of it. 

Do you ever remember making the actual decision that you will actually do that particular thing? Do you ever remember when you decided that you would fall in love? Do you ever remember deciding that you were straight or gay, or whether you were white or black, or whether you were British or American? Do you remember choosing anything about who you really are today? I'll let you in on a little secret, you never did. You do not choose anything about anything... Shit just seems to fall in place.

I remain,

Dr. James T. Hinckleton