My deal with society

Hello Society.

I propose we strike a deal. It's become apparent over the past few weeks that your state of affairs has, in my humble opinion, taken a turn for the worst.

It seems we live in an age where politics is no longer constructive - parties claw and snipe at each other like rabid dogs, and sadly a lot of that trickles down into the rest of us. I thought we'd seen the depth of the state of things when a PM could be sexualised with some awful dinner menu, but there was worse yet to come.

The lowest point (to date) was when a political commentator's face was photo-shopped to a man raping a dog and broadcast to the entire nation, a pleasure I had the privilege of paying for with my taxes.

I'd hoped that reason, taste and propriety would take a stand and all would be put right - or at least, wrong would be acknowledged. But alas, even the victim's own son would not defend his father's dignity. Quite the opposite.

The fact is, and please don't be offended, that I am happy to part ways. I think we've said what needs to be said to one another.

I'm sure we both agree, however, that there needs to be some level of relationship kept intact - not for any children of course, but for the sake of keeping up appearances. Because I know how much you value appearance.

So here's my proposal.

I will get up, go to work and continue doing my part for my own little corner of the world. I will be paid, and I will in turn pay my taxes. Apart from that, I see little need for us to engage, and I hope you'll agree. I'm sure it will save us both a lot of time and angst!

I hope you don't see this as a cop-out. Maybe it is, but I'm okay with that. Some are built for the more robust relationships, but not me. I tire easily, and probably let things get to me more than they should, which is exhausting.

At any rate, we've had some good times, and I do want to wish you all the best. For now, however, I'm checking out.

Peace.