The Awkward Squad

I am a self confessed member of the awkward squad. I wont sign on the dotted line. I will not join. If the mood of the nation goes one way I will go the other. Sometimes with this blog, I feel that I am outside the tent pissing in. I am only 1 person. I am not influential. I am a Manic Depressive so I have less to lose than 'normal' people. I can shoot my mouth off and claim diplomatic immunity waving my mental health card high in the air. My mental health was compromised by being a 'Yes' man, by conforming to conditioned society. I shudder to imagine what young people are going through!
What must they think of us? Adults! In name only perhaps. I was advised that if I was running out of things to write about then I should look up Google Trends. Well I did but that was all celebrity and sports and that is not what I am about even though that is what our national snoozepaper, the western fail continues to do on a daily basis. We are being dumbed down on a daily basis. I have fled the Capital this week to get away from the Helicopters and the Security Lock down. I am fortunate that I can do so. I have somewhere that I can run to. I could have chosen to stay and protest but something is nagging at me. I don't want to become a professional protester. I have done a couple this year. The Wales March for Gaza and the Cymdeithas yr Iaith vigil outside the National Assembly, and this is for why I am a member of the awkward squad. If peeps believe that they can start relying on you for 'rent a mob' then you start becoming diminished. I care but I obviously don't care enough. I should care more about earning a living but the 'job world' is the one which I feel is a bigger threat to my Mental Health than anything that is happening in the Middle East. I would like to go Freelance, become a Creative Arts Facilitator but my motivation is now in question. I fear that I am no longer motivated enough for anything.