First and foremost I need to share a link, for those at least who are not Abdullah Emran Yousuf or someone he has already told... so possibly no-one...However if he hasn't gotten to you first, please for the love of all that is good and holy read this.... It is just too good. If you don't like it we can't be friends... ever... ok maybe that is an over the top sort of statement... maybe we aren't friends anyway cause you are some random viewer, but if you don't like it then I will find you, become your friend then un-friend you...

Anyway this is a fan-fic that is unlike any other fan-fic, in that it is actually good. It is a fan-fic of Harry Potter which may actually be better than the original (sorry JKR) and is currently absorbing all my time like some super massive black hole (sorry SH.) The only issue I have with it is that I think that the point I am up it seems to be talking bad of Cho, and I like Cho (for obvious reasons.) It also connects the start of this rant to something I have been thinking about recently.

As most people know I have issues with the past, and it may not be a surprise that I sometimes live in the past, despite the goodness of the present. The desire to use this blog more than the other one is that the other is deeply rooted in the past and I seem to only write about the past in it, or only write when the past is weighing deeply on my mind. However this time I have (somewhat purposefully) cast my reminiscing back further to an event which I have always been disappointed in my choice, and thinking about it makes me realise how great a certain person in my life was, and how I must of disappointed him at the time. I speak of my father and the time just before the turn of the previous decade when I was debating how to get my first actual car. Mum, in her infinite wisdom, argued for me to get a loan (cause of course learning to borrow was such a good lesson for me) and buy one second hand. At the time she had good reasons for this and I listened like a good mothers-boy and went out, found myself a car, talked to the bank and got the money and then traded said money for the car. That car forms such wonderful memories for me and others that it is ingrained into the feelings for the years it formed a part of my life. However just about any car would of fulfilled this job, which makes me wonder more about the alternative I had, that to listen to my father and have a father-son bonding over the restoration of a car he had recently brought to be used as my very own car, an activity that is almost the essence of a father-son bond. Dad being dad did not form arguments about the concept, just merely floated it out one day as a possibility, and did not bring it up again for about a month or two at which time I had already signed the loan documents for the car I did get.

Now the implications of changing the time flow to be the opposite choice to which I took have so many implications. 1) I would of been less indebted to loans, 2) I *may* of learned more about earning a possession as opposed to just borrowing to get it, and 3) I probably would of had an even closer bond with my father. All of which would radically alter who I am, and I wonder if that person would of been a better person overall...