Fair-weather ‘friends’

Dear Diary,

It’s the morning, let’s have a rant, and why not?

First thing to get my back up is Josh Thomas. The geek was having a D&D session, and I just knew I wasn’t invited. It’s okay, sort of; except that he did in-fact invite me, then ‘cancelled’ at the last minute. I caught the rest of the group all role-playing, and I don’t care. I shouldn’t be playing silly games anyway, but focusing on my education. Role-playing ruined my first shot at becoming educated, I am not about to fail a second time. Screw that jive. Intellect is a precious gift, and I am not about to fritter away my time playing pointless games. I just wish Josh could have been honest with me. I appreciate honesty, in the preface to Thomas Hobbes’ translation of Thucydidēs, Hobbes states that honour is equivocal to honesty. This is because of the etymology, rooted in the word is Latin. Besides, Josh tried to steal a treasure dice from me once. I caught him, he returned it. I would much rather have friends who are completely honest and not thieves, so things have worked out for the better. I am thoroughly enjoying learning Latin, so ’tis of no consequence.

Another guy, Matthew Austin. He was my best friend at school, and now he doesn’t want to be my friend on F.B. Admittedly I did un-friend him some years ago, because I was on the run from some gypsy types and thought they may have been masquerading as him on-line. I was silly. That was eight years ago. Now he doesn’t want to know me. It’s okay. He’s a photographer. This is a vocation I have no respect for. It is simply “click” on an electronic device. A photograph is information: it is not art.

Speaking of FaceBook. The Vice Chancellor of our hallowed University said recently, “The O.U. is a community.” and I ’ain’t in it. Yes, it is true that I study, hard, and am incredibly gifted, intellectually, musically, linguistically. Yet, the fact that the O.U. have blocked me on F.B. bugs the hell out of me. Being banned from blogging is bad enough. It is highly unlikely that they would ever give me a job anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. The world is far larger than Milton Keynes, and in truth this country has never appreciated my artful intellect. I have had much more resounding success abroad. They only take the top few percent of the crop anyway, and that rules me out. I have said too much already. I yearn to be a part of the flock, but fear I shall only be fully appreciated elsewhere.

Last night Dad shut Ronulus Barcius in the porch all night. The little fella’ howled and bayed for his master all night. This morning Dad took his food away and shut him outside in the cold. No food. No water. Outside in the cold. Right now he is curled up next to me. I love him more than anyone. He is my family.

So, thieves, phoney artists and people who do not care for animals properly annoy me to buggery. No matter. Ron is okay now, and I have some more Latin to be getting on with.

On a good note, Rosie is no longer tampering with my iPhone, only attacking my YouTube channel. This means I can get on with my Latin work, unmolested. The serpents sleep, silently flickering forked tongues every-so often. I wonder how long that will last?...

Maximus Latium.