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Where am I headed for in life? I have no clue. I cannot plan today yet alone tomorrow and the day after that. And yet some people have it all mapped out. They hit 30, then realise it's about time they got serious, find the next girl on the menu and decide it's the right one. Then, they marry her, have kids. And I have to talk about a he because I'm thinking about a he. And after he has kids, then he decides it's time for some part-time nooky, which turns into full time. And of course as luck would have it, the next girl on the next menu is also the right one. And he juggles everything so effortlessly without a care in the world. Usually, married men who have girl-friends do it on a part-time basis. And yet he does it full-time. Unashamedly. I, of course, am not here to condemn him. But he's a piece of work this he. And a lesson in life. No inhibitions, no trying to hide this and that. He stands on his own. Or perhaps not on his own. Perhaps he needs to feed off power so much that he goes along and creates it. And yet, every tyrant is slave to someone, mostly himself. History is a good way of fathoming out what happens today. And every tyrant was putty in some girl's hands. And I try to get a good look and think about what such a man's childhood would have been like. Because a child grows up mimicking what he's seen. Most of the time. Mimicking and monkeys. And he says it's because he says so. But if he had nobody to say because I say so to, then he would be a very lost little boy all alone in the big blue marble. The power is hers.