The day before yesterday, sailing

"No human thing is of serious importance' -Plato

OK, you've started with a quote, things are going well.
On the weekend I went sailing - on a proper boat and everything. The 'purpose' was to strengthen a bond with my dad. But of course there wasn't any bond and there still isn't so there really wasn't any point at all. Not a complaint mind, lots of dads are serious bastards mine is just uninteresting and there's nothing really going on there emotionally unfortunately , he's not too bad and he likes most people - other than foreigners, gays, blacks, Muslims and women. My big brother is more of a Big Brother in the Orwellian sense (haha at my arrogant academic humour) he watches what I does and makes sure I don't do anything different to how he expects, makes sure I'm like him and perfect in everything. Consequently I'm scared of him. Mother is ok, I can actually talk to her- she seems like an actual human being.
Some questionnaire about me? Jesus, I didn't know most of these answers. Life's gentle reminder: PLEASE FILL IN THESE BLANKS. He was clueless, he doesn't know much about me. We floated in to the Thames, all those massive, impressive metal structures made me feel rather small. I liked seeing the people from a distance, tour buses, kids playing football... they've all got stories and histories that I'll never know, I always liked this. I mused that I often found people more interesting from a distance.