Borderlines...

I am straying the neighborhood. The digital one. Not the real one.

By pressing the "Next Blog" button on the top of this page.

Blogspot / Google where are you leading me? What surroundings do you put me in?

Where have all these blogs about handicraft gone? About knitting and quilting?

About sewing and crocheting and children's fashion?

Instead – Blogs about psychiatry and psychological illnesses.

About burnout and ADHD – the Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.

I am just a little bored guy and might be a little lost in the interweb. There might be a slight deficit of attention on my side. But I am not hyperactive for sure. And what is a disorder?

And my paranoia asks me why THEY – the internet, the powers that are, the authorities, the companies, the owners, the public opinion makers – why THEY always direct me to these pages and in the end back to my own little block of blogs again. Which technics are THEY using? Which routines? Which search algorithms? What do THEY search for, anyway? And what did I write to bring me here?

Am I classified already? Am I boxed?

And then I found this guy writing about his borderline disease.

And again another song by that little old Irish man came to my mind and made me wondering.

Is he famous in Ireland? Successful? I doubt it. But he wrote some remarkable lyrics.

At least to me they are...

Borderline – Chris de Burgh

Standing in the station

I am waiting for a train

To take me to the border

And my loved one far away

I watched a bunch of soldiers heading for the war

I could hardly even bear to see them go

Rolling through the countryside

Tears are in my eyes

We're coming to the borderline

I'm ready with my lies

And in the early morning rain, I see her there

And I know I'll have to say goodbye again

And it's breaking my heart, I know what I must do

I hear my country call me but I want to be with you

I'm taking my side, one of us will lose

Don't let go, I want to know

That you will wait for me until the day,

There's no borderline, no borderline

Walking past the border guards

Reaching for her hand

Showing no emotion

I want to break into a run

But these are only boys, and I will never know

How men can see the wisdom in a war...

And it's breaking my heart, I know what I must do

I hear my country call me, but I want to be with you

I'm taking my side, one of us will lose,

Don't let go, I want to know

That you will wait for me until the day,

There's no borderline, no borderline

No borderline...

I guess I didn't understand the borderline disease.

Nore the refugee crisis…

Is this getting personal now?

Is my mind wandering or wondering?

Goodness may bless the homophones...