Dishonesty the best policy

Over the last few days I have been pondering as to whether I should continue to write this blog as candidly as I have been. I had a conversation with a good friend who mentioned some people were a little concerned with a letter I wrote when I was under the influence of a rather large amount of prescription drugs. Apparently they didn't quite see the funny side of it. I guess my answer would be that although the letter's content is amusing, it's not supposed to be just a funny letter. It's fair to say I was in a pretty dark place when I wrote it; on the verge of a morphine addiction and topping it up with sleeping tablets, anti-sickness tablets and even anti-depressants, I was hallucinating regularly, losing control of my thought processes and acting on some very strange ideas. When comedy comes from those lonely and painful dark places it adds a little poignancy and becomes so much more interesting and involving. Who wants to know how many giraffes it takes to change a light bulb, when you could be identifying and empathising with another human being. And if you want to know the real reason for all this soul-searching, a girl who I was getting on quite well with suddenly declined an invitation, despite her initial enthusiasm. Now she may have declined for any number of reasons of course, and probably did, but I couldn't quite shake the suspicion that she had taken one look online and begun to fear for the safety of her bunny.