Fictional little world.

I always seem to be living in a certain plane that is outside my life. I Don't know how that really works yet, but in someway its an outside perspective; but not quite. Almost like a chicken eye view to everything I do. It is quite possible that my thoughts seem to interrupt me getting on with my life.

A bit of fiction infused in the day to day reality is cool I think, but this seems to be getting out of hand at this moment. I seem to be deriving greater pleasure from my idea of my life rather than itself. Its not confusing in the least, just misleading.

I seem more happier in my head than I possibly could be. But then isn't everything about how it looks between our ears?
The problem occurs when I realise the discrepency or choose to see what other people seem to be percieving.

Should it bother me? I am not even sure if it does right now. I am sure if I dwell in this middle plane for long enough they will have to ship me somewhere where they know how to control other people's traffic jams in their brains.

Surpassing UN sanctions.... a workable solution.

"China is the puppet-master of Burma. The Olympics is the only real lever we have to make China act. The civilised world must seriously consider shunning China by using the Beijing Olympics to send the clear message that such abuses of human rights are not acceptable." Edward McMillan-Scott, vice-president of the European Parliament.

corporate responsibility?

http://www.night-driving.com/

"When was the last time I just went on a drive?" asks VW.
and I reply, " when petrol used to cost less per liter than the broadsheets."

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/politics/article2449120.ece