Inspired by a post by John Gray of Wales.
Let me be self critical. I often am.
Well, that is how the post began went nowhere. I have deleted the nonsense I subsequently wrote and you should be grateful.
Indulge me in a brief moment of introspection.
In my life I have always made an effort to 'fit'. Not that much effort really, but a little effort. Yet, I don't think I have ever fitted anywhere. While I do a working class job, I don't feel part of what I do. I go through the motions for the income. While I consider my job is important and I think I do it well, at every step of the way bosses and authorities block what I do to the point where I don't think I can do what I do for much longer. The people I work with are mostly wonderful, but I don't fit with them. I tried in the past being social with some of the ones I really liked but I and my life did not fit with theirs. It is not that they are not accepting of a gay couple but there was a lack of anything in common apart from work.
I am certainly not part of Melbourne's middle class, to be found in our better suburbs, yet I come from landed families of early settlers of Brighton, Bentleigh and Oakleigh.