April Fools

In any other month there are idiots, in April there are fools. This April, for reasons of rain, wind, anticipation of summer and changing of the wardrobe mayhem, seems to bring the effect they have on me to the fore. I’m not one to suffer fools gladly, and am often glad when fools suffer.

I realise people are fools for a multitude of reasons, just as I know I am not one for dealing with those reasons in a mature, straightforward manner. Still though, I am irked by these members of society who are neither willing nor able to function in or outside of their miniature kingdoms without the foolish insecurities that have propelled them to financial and professional heights unbecoming a fool.

It seems as time has progressed, general ignorance to the world surrounding us has diminished and been replaced with idiocy in the use of knowledge. Knowledge, for many decades now, has been considered a weapon in the wrong hands and who knew how many hands it would be in, in times that came?

I have recently acquired a job in Canary Wharf and, although realising I’ve had to slow my own creative pace in the initial stages, I’ve used this experience as an opportunity to conduct a little human research and gain some insight into the human condition since last I was in this glassy (yet translucent), rigid (yet ever changing) and vast (yet narrow) world of contradictions. It’s the same.

On my first day I felt such a wave of negative energy a tear almost came to my eye (and would have if the wind hadn’t almost blown my eyes out). My gaze was met by a sea of black, grey and navy blue on which were grafted faces of ice and stone suggesting the souls within were far from joyous. You can see mistakes, regrets, age and weathering like you wouldn’t believe, and money to hide the scars with trinkets, ‘stuff’ and glamour.

I am still positive in my outlook and have managed to smile to a few people I feel I could but can’t help thinking whether simply having a life away from work is enough? Maybe some lives are so intrinsically linked to their profession there is no divide. Maybe I’m as guilty as anyone being so forceful in my efforts to write, create and pontificate till the bitter end that I’m blind to the similarities in myself and my surroundings. Maybe I’m the fool. If I am, at least I’m a happy one :-)