My 47th Birthday Present from David Wolfe UK event 2017
Today is my birthday. I am avoiding all calls from social services and have been out buying obscure seeds and a gigantic commercial blender (we are into horsepower level of power now and the kitchen sounds like a large car starts up when I prepare our respective supermix)
I took the liberty of looking up the UK events page for Wolfe, to see if I wanted to buy the ticket for October, and on a very tiny link at the bottom of the search box, at last came across the blog post about how Wolfe keeps his wife of seven years happy.
So thank God I found it before buying a non-refundable ticket for an event that I would have been tolerating only to get moved on with my academic work. The last seven years has been a source of hurt, self-doubt and self-loathing for no reason at all! How long would it have taken Wolfe to email and simply say sorry, misunderstood, what is your work about, actually?
Instead of which, I have been blocked in terms of an important piece of work, I have done a lot of completely irrelevant and unnecessary work, and Ina has, all things considered, been a complete waste of my time and energy!
I am pretty delighted that I spotted this very tiny link before I spent any money on the non-refundable ticket. I can now not bother doing anything about my health and basically stop wasting my time worrying about hurting the feelings of somebody with no apparent conscience about how he treats complete strangers.
Not the first time I have been assured of my complete lack of importance, and it won’t be the last. Happy birthday and wasted decade. What a bore. Don’t think there is a way of putting a positive spin on this.