The fly

As I layed in bed this morning, I had an unwelcome visitor. A fly.

Now the world has a surface area of 510,072,000 km², so why did the fly decide to come and buzz around my bedroom? My neighbours are all lovely, why not visit one of them? I know I joked about Stowmarket in my international travel blog, but it’s really quite a nice place, why not fly around and have a look?

It’s quite windy out today so I’m sure if the fly did a u-turn through whatever window he came in through (I don’t actually know he was male, but for the purpose of this I’ll just say he was), he could probably end up in Felixstowe and have a mini holiday by the sea.

After a couple of hours rest from flapping his tiny annoying little wings, maybe he could cross the North Sea and end up on the continent (I’m not sure if there are international travel restrictions for flies). It would be a good time to visit. Empty streets and places of interest.

Why stop there though? He could carry on and do a world tour. That would suit me and him. However, if he ended up in L.A I would be jealous (it’s my dream destination).

Unfortunately none of this happened, he just stayed in my bedroom, annoying me.

It’s like my anxiety really. I know there is a whole world out the ready for me to enjoy. But here I am stuck in my mind in my bedroom with the fly.

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Hi, I’m Martin. 47 years old, living in Suffolk. I have three amazing grown up children. I have the best family and friends in the world. I am a football fan, love going to the gym and I am a motorcycle pilot. I’ve had mental health problems all of my life. This site is about my past, present and future. I’m hoping to make it easier for people to be able to speak freely about mental health. It can affect anyone at anytime.
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