God, or whoever created the Universe, must have had a fetish for rotundity. Why else would the earth be round or life come full circle?
So let the Creator be blamed and tormented in Hell for driving me back to the handle ‘Impulsively Me’, which, I had first laid claim to more than five years ago. Or was it six? Doesn’t matter, not very much anyway now that I am back here and it feels as if I had never left.
On second thoughts, let me take that back. It does feel all new and familiar at the same time, much like trying to seduce a forgotten...
