## This story is not meant to offend anybody, and is published in the original format. I don't want to have explain it anymore, in fact there is an interesting analysis of it from a reader at the bottom of the story. The story has already been copied and reposted so to have taken it down was clearly an exercise in futility which is why I have simply re-posted it. I was quite fascinated by the debate and discussion taking it down promoted, which simultaneously reinforced both the negative and positive aspects of twitter and social media, which i referenced in my first blog. Again it's just a story, criticise the writing if you want, and/or how perhaps the points or references I was making haven't come across, or how elements of identity have been confused, but don't accuse me of bigotry, if one can't mock or insult aspects of life then whats's the point. It's just a story. ##
## A proviso: all my stories are written as fictional anecdotes, scenarios or observations, they are not intended to be offensive or representative of any specific view on my behalf. It's called fictional writing, but even so I have no intention of ever getting into politics. ##
LIKE ALL POSITIVE MINDED OPTIMISTS, I approach life with a glass pretty much full mentality. I console myself in all negative situations with the caveat that at least I'm not dead. I always think the worst thing would be to simply no longer exist. No more. Gone. I don't see how that can be beaten. Except perhaps when it comes to airports, and traveling on dodgy airlines. Then I can almost see the basic appeal of non existence. These places hurt me emotionally.
(This story has been removed because I am tired, and bored, of the emails and questions about it. It was an early piece of writing, and I'm not in any way attached to it, so it is easier to take it down at this stage).