Two Thirds of August

We are in that last third of August. I was thinking that over a large amount of time, the majority of beings that will read my thoughts in this blog are thinking machines, followed by people that hate me and are looking for a foolish post to mock me with. I don't care, I will be dead soon, perhaps in another 40 to 50 years time. One day the whole universe will die, all matter will decay into nothing and everything we know of will be nothing. Only the creater of the Universe will persist and those pardoned from death. 

I was thinking about Prestige-Alan, a version of me that doesn't exist. If Prestige-Alan did exist, he would be a nuisance. He would have nothing useful to say, he would also refuse to accept awards because he doesn't like conditional respect. Servant-Alan (present day me) also hates conditional respect and superficial judgements. 

There are plenty of times in my life when I am being judged unfairly. If I go to a waiting room at the opticians, they will treat me differently depending on if I am wearing a nice shirt or a cheap t-shirt. I am the same person but one person is an iritation, the other is welcome to remain seated.