The self-effacing and truly charming Isobel

By Stanley Collymore

No one but our self can logically see into the secretive
realm of our individual mind and either decipher
or, far less so, realistically say with absolute
certainty what is really going on there; or
likewise confidently but rather, absurdly, create a
similar scenario with the true intentions of our
heart. That said the way in which one as an
individual routinely reacts to any given
situation or unconsciously, in normal
circumstances, routinely behaves
when subjected to incidents of
stress or prevailing situations
discharged of the strenuous
awkwardness of human
duress is - for a start -
the incontrovertible
suggestion of the
class of person
that declared
character is.

And whether in a purely casual manner, or by virtue
of an incisive, constructively appreciative and, as
well, a far more comprehensively detailed and
observational technique of assessment your
normal presence, or inherently distinctive
bearing are justifiably and admiringly
commended, there can truthfully be
no escaping the resplendent and absolutely
exceptional indicators which all clearly,
reliably and quite emphatically tell,
that beyond all reasonable doubt
you're a terrifically amazing, a
classic exceptional and by all
possible or any conceivable
and redeeming indicators,
a very intelligent, totally
pleasant, conspicuously
charming and, as well,
an astonishing young
lady to boot, Isobel!

© Stanley V. Collymore
May 20, 2019.

Author’s Comments:

There’s a general misconception in Britain that is readily believed by those who purportedly, but oh so ludicrously, regard themselves as adults but who, bluntly and unapologetically from my observant perspective, couldn’t collectively, far less so individually, navigate themselves out of the proverbial sodden paper bag, that all young people, other than their own broods it’s fair to surmise, are essentially feral, utterly useless and wilfully destructive persons. People that consciously don’t try to make any constructive contributions to their own societies generally and, furthermore, wouldn’t know how or where to start if, by some intervention of fate, they were to have a change of heart in that regard.

Personally, I wholeheartedly disagree with this preposterously juvenile assumption so willingly ascribed to by these so-called adults, who are themselves hardly paragons of virtue or by any means constructive elements of a moral or genuinely civilized country. If one were, that is, to take into account the glaringly multi-layered social and moral infractions of everyday life, to just factor into this equation their own personal and highly unethical ways of conducting their own lives.

Situations grotesquely compounded by the highly manipulative manner in which, unthinkingly, that they allow themselves to be easily and manipulatively abused both by the politicians whom they idiotically and compulsively vote for, in addition to the distinctly abhorrent and fake news corporate media that discernibly and intentionally, consistently and callously use them as very convenient and “Useful Idiots” fodder.

So pleasantly encountering the likes of young people of the calibre of Isobel, who possess more individualistic character, exceptional consideration for others, and incontestably extraordinary intelligence in her little finger than all of these delusional, fatuous and supposed adult morons have in their collective bodies speak volumes in itself. And assuredly substantiates the earnest conviction held by all compos mentis, balanced and intelligent observers that societally all isn’t entirely lost where Britain is concerned.