The book is so amazing I could not believe I was reading it. What John Connelly says makes so much sense & it is the plain & simple truth that is rarely uttered in such a profound manner.
The Crooked Man has come, with his mocking smile & his enigmatic words...
"The Crooked Man's face contorted as he forced the word out. His lips cracked and a little blood trickled from the wound, for he only had a little time left to shed.
'Listen to me,' he said. 'Let me tell you the truth about the world to which you so desperately want to return. It is a place of pain & suffering & grief. When you left it, cities were being attacked. Women & children were being blasted to pieces or burned alive by bombs dropped from planes flown by men with wives & children of their own. People were being dragged from their homes & shot in the street. Your world is tearing itself apart, and the most amusing thing of all is that it was little better before the war started. War merely gives people an excuse to indulge themselves further, to murder with impunity. There were wars before it, and there will be wars after it, and in between people will still fight one another & hurt one another & maim one another, because that is what they have always done.
'And even if you do avoid warfare & violent death, little boy, what else do you think life has in store for you? You have already seen what it is capable of doing. It took your mother from you, drained her of health & beauty & then cast her aside like the withered, rotten husk of a fruit. It will take others from you too, mark me. Those whom you care about- lovers, children- will fall by the wayside, and your love will not be enough to save them. Your health will fail you. You will become old & sick. Your limbs will ache, your eyesight will fade, and your skin will grow lined & aged. There will be pains deep within you that no doctor will be able to cure. Diseases will find a warm, moist place inside you & there they will breed, spreading through your system, corrupting it cell by cell until you will pray for the doctors to let you die, to put you out of your misery, but they will not. Instead, you will linger on, with no one to hold your hand or soothe your brow, as Death comes and beckons you into his darkness. The life you left behind is no life at all. Here you can be king, and I shall allow you to age with dignity & without pain, and when the time comes for you to die, I will send you gently to sleep and you will awaken in the paradise of your choosing, for each man dreams his own heaven..."
A-mazing!! Not just creepy but creepily real.
Jpxxx
Tuesday, 1 January 2008
Another New Year...
Another new year and what will it bring? The chances are a lot of headaches and agro dealt out due to the demanding student life I now lead and the ever omnipresence of over-protective parents, shall be a virtual certainty.
Also very likely for 2008; new opportunities, chances to take, moments to hold on to & swear never to release, moments I wish would pass (like the impending January exams), the annual making & breaking of new year's resolutions (oops), and becoming one step closer to gain the access to change the world. Maybe a little optimistic but really, it is better to be!!
I don't know why but I feel like I'm going to grow up a lot this year. An odd thing to have a feeling about but I feel like I am outgrowing certain aspects of my life (which I have felt since the age of about 12, except that now I am old enough and (possibly) mature enough to handle. I've always had a big streak in me that is determined not to grow up, partly because children laugh on average 43 times a day whereas adults average 7, partly because being an adult is greatly associated with having a serious demeanour and being boring, but mostly because children have such a fantastic optimism. I never want to lose the simplisticly beautiful thinking every child is blessed with. An unrelenting faith that things can be made better and anything is possible if you want it enough. I never want to feel like i can't achieve something because it's going to be hard to do.
"There's no promise of safety with these second hand wings, but I'm willing to find out what impossible means. I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams because the melting point of wax means nothing to me."
That song inspires me no end. It really does make me believe I can fly higher than Iccarus without falling. Hopefully, I will. I do worry that it has been shown that even angels fall but i guess the main blessing of being a human being is that no matter how hard you try, you can't fall off the floor!!
And here goes the philisophical part of my brain kicking in. i can only get so far through writing anything before it feels like it's becoming deeper than it was intended. Suppose I really broke that in that last part up there...
I think part of my problem (other than my general over-use of ellipsis) is I don't want to know everything about certain things, I want to know everything about everything. I just want knowledge. Wisdom I shall gain through experience and age but for now, knowledge can assist me on my way to the river leading to wisdom.
Many people, including the other three members of the household I am currently inhabiting (to my frustration), seem to be quite content floating along, never to revel in the enigmatic occurrences that lead to their being or even ponder about every day things like religion, war, general philosophies that tend to govern every-day life without their realisation. I don't understand it & it gets to me!! I don't understand how these things just never cross people's minds. It's hard for me to get to sleep at night because there are so many thoughts fighting their way to the surface of my brain it feels like I'll never have time to think them all or be able to draw irrefutable conclusions to anything that forces it's way into my line of thought.
My head doesn't only feel like it's in the clouds. It feels like it's floating, semi-conscious between the colour & the grey of two seemingly real & imaginary worlds... all the time. In the past my school teachers always claimed I was never paying attention and that my mind was always somewhere else. Most of them also claimed i would fail their subjects if I didn't "Buck up my attitude" & "Stop graffiting my folders". Unfortunatly for those school teachers I (to blow my own trumpet) excelled naturally in school with the minimal effort you might expect from someone who had no aspirations for their life other than to leave school asap & do as little as possible for the rest of their "life".
Being accused frequently as being an overly angsty teen that could do better in school really didn't batter my resolve the way they hoped it would. I still hold the same ideals as I did back then though my opinions and views are slightly better informed than they were back then.
Money. I hate the stuff. But I still spend it. I still need it & all of the commercial trappings it brings. This year I am resolute to work as hard as I can & save the money I earn for the things I really need (like food and clothes but without excess) and the things that really matter to me.
This resolution will hopefully assist me in my future goal of changing the world. I have been heckled for wanting to make the world a better place. I'm only me. What can I do? The answer, a lot more than they think I can.
Like th song says; "I want to be a millionaire some day & know what it's like to give it away." I don't understand why people think money in those ammounts changes the beings it is bestowed upon. To be fair, most people would change. Dreams of grandure & flamboyance have been the downfall of the personalities of many average joes in the world. When there are millions around the world without the food & water they need, it feels so wrong to indulge in excess. I want to do so much work to help the world in as soon as possible but I couldn't give up my mobile phone or laptop computer or ipod. Every day without fail my ipod is plugged into my ears bringing me the best music ever created (listen to The Smiths... It's good for your soul) from the Beatles to The Who I don't believe I am a strong enough person to say "Ok, I'll give up my ipod." It isn't a "need", it's a "want" (though I would very much debate that!!) but it is a "want" I cannot go anywhere without. Out of the two i think I'd rather lose my phone than my ipod because a phone can be supplanted by email or myspace or bebo, basically computers, but my ipod... *sigh*, strange men tend to talk to me on the bus which is very disconcerting for me, I would say in large part due to the aforementioned history in the post before this.
I may still fall victim to some of the ideals of the modern western society (like feeling I can't breathe without my fix of coffee, newspapers & music) but does that mean I can't help make others as well as I should if I give up buying newspapers (says the publishing with journalism student!!) every day?
I know I'm not the only one who feels change is needed but I need to find more of my fellow big hearted people who just want to make a difference. Another major problem I have is that my heart is bigger than my wallet. I want to do so much to help but this usually requires money (the evil stuff) one way or another. I can't wait till I can afford to spend money and as much time as possible helping others but for now, I'm a student, who is as of yet, unable to escape the small town life... but soon...
I'm going to stop this post here because I'm rather tired and am evidently rambling now & my spelling, atrocious as it usually is, appears to be getting worse!!
Jpxxx
Also very likely for 2008; new opportunities, chances to take, moments to hold on to & swear never to release, moments I wish would pass (like the impending January exams), the annual making & breaking of new year's resolutions (oops), and becoming one step closer to gain the access to change the world. Maybe a little optimistic but really, it is better to be!!
I don't know why but I feel like I'm going to grow up a lot this year. An odd thing to have a feeling about but I feel like I am outgrowing certain aspects of my life (which I have felt since the age of about 12, except that now I am old enough and (possibly) mature enough to handle. I've always had a big streak in me that is determined not to grow up, partly because children laugh on average 43 times a day whereas adults average 7, partly because being an adult is greatly associated with having a serious demeanour and being boring, but mostly because children have such a fantastic optimism. I never want to lose the simplisticly beautiful thinking every child is blessed with. An unrelenting faith that things can be made better and anything is possible if you want it enough. I never want to feel like i can't achieve something because it's going to be hard to do.
"There's no promise of safety with these second hand wings, but I'm willing to find out what impossible means. I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams because the melting point of wax means nothing to me."
That song inspires me no end. It really does make me believe I can fly higher than Iccarus without falling. Hopefully, I will. I do worry that it has been shown that even angels fall but i guess the main blessing of being a human being is that no matter how hard you try, you can't fall off the floor!!
And here goes the philisophical part of my brain kicking in. i can only get so far through writing anything before it feels like it's becoming deeper than it was intended. Suppose I really broke that in that last part up there...
I think part of my problem (other than my general over-use of ellipsis) is I don't want to know everything about certain things, I want to know everything about everything. I just want knowledge. Wisdom I shall gain through experience and age but for now, knowledge can assist me on my way to the river leading to wisdom.
Many people, including the other three members of the household I am currently inhabiting (to my frustration), seem to be quite content floating along, never to revel in the enigmatic occurrences that lead to their being or even ponder about every day things like religion, war, general philosophies that tend to govern every-day life without their realisation. I don't understand it & it gets to me!! I don't understand how these things just never cross people's minds. It's hard for me to get to sleep at night because there are so many thoughts fighting their way to the surface of my brain it feels like I'll never have time to think them all or be able to draw irrefutable conclusions to anything that forces it's way into my line of thought.
My head doesn't only feel like it's in the clouds. It feels like it's floating, semi-conscious between the colour & the grey of two seemingly real & imaginary worlds... all the time. In the past my school teachers always claimed I was never paying attention and that my mind was always somewhere else. Most of them also claimed i would fail their subjects if I didn't "Buck up my attitude" & "Stop graffiting my folders". Unfortunatly for those school teachers I (to blow my own trumpet) excelled naturally in school with the minimal effort you might expect from someone who had no aspirations for their life other than to leave school asap & do as little as possible for the rest of their "life".
Being accused frequently as being an overly angsty teen that could do better in school really didn't batter my resolve the way they hoped it would. I still hold the same ideals as I did back then though my opinions and views are slightly better informed than they were back then.
Money. I hate the stuff. But I still spend it. I still need it & all of the commercial trappings it brings. This year I am resolute to work as hard as I can & save the money I earn for the things I really need (like food and clothes but without excess) and the things that really matter to me.
This resolution will hopefully assist me in my future goal of changing the world. I have been heckled for wanting to make the world a better place. I'm only me. What can I do? The answer, a lot more than they think I can.
Like th song says; "I want to be a millionaire some day & know what it's like to give it away." I don't understand why people think money in those ammounts changes the beings it is bestowed upon. To be fair, most people would change. Dreams of grandure & flamboyance have been the downfall of the personalities of many average joes in the world. When there are millions around the world without the food & water they need, it feels so wrong to indulge in excess. I want to do so much work to help the world in as soon as possible but I couldn't give up my mobile phone or laptop computer or ipod. Every day without fail my ipod is plugged into my ears bringing me the best music ever created (listen to The Smiths... It's good for your soul) from the Beatles to The Who I don't believe I am a strong enough person to say "Ok, I'll give up my ipod." It isn't a "need", it's a "want" (though I would very much debate that!!) but it is a "want" I cannot go anywhere without. Out of the two i think I'd rather lose my phone than my ipod because a phone can be supplanted by email or myspace or bebo, basically computers, but my ipod... *sigh*, strange men tend to talk to me on the bus which is very disconcerting for me, I would say in large part due to the aforementioned history in the post before this.
I may still fall victim to some of the ideals of the modern western society (like feeling I can't breathe without my fix of coffee, newspapers & music) but does that mean I can't help make others as well as I should if I give up buying newspapers (says the publishing with journalism student!!) every day?
I know I'm not the only one who feels change is needed but I need to find more of my fellow big hearted people who just want to make a difference. Another major problem I have is that my heart is bigger than my wallet. I want to do so much to help but this usually requires money (the evil stuff) one way or another. I can't wait till I can afford to spend money and as much time as possible helping others but for now, I'm a student, who is as of yet, unable to escape the small town life... but soon...
I'm going to stop this post here because I'm rather tired and am evidently rambling now & my spelling, atrocious as it usually is, appears to be getting worse!!
Jpxxx
Saturday, 20 October 2007
Blah
I started this blog so I could keep track of what I was thinking & so far I've failed. It seems that whenever I have time to write things down I either have nothing to say or I've forgotten what was relevant enough to say. Oh well such is life!!
This past week or so, I have been objectified to extremes & made to feel terrible about the person that I now am. If my age nine self could see me right now, it would be ashamed of what it beheld.
I used to be such a happy child. A privliged youth to say the least, I never wanted for anything but at the time life still felt like it delt me a duff hand as I was a particularly "unfortunate looking" child. People can say; "Everyone is beautiful in God's eyes" as much as they want but, when you're between the ages of 5 & 16, as I have said before, no one is crueler than kids. When I was about 14 I stopped caring what people thought because I knew though I wasn't the prettiest flower in the bunch, I was still one of the brightest & nothing anyone said could change that. Then comes the time of happiness.
"These are my thoughts written down on paper. It's my only saviour from not saying what I want to say..."
When I was fifteen I went through something no living person should have to suffer and that time of happiness was shattered. After that I started dressing differently and wearing make-up every day as a mask, so I could play a part and be someone else. Someone people couldn't really get too close to. To this day I still can't leave the house or let anyone see me without make-up on. A lasting effect of my past experiences I suppose.
"This is the truth, the only time you'll hear it. I'll write it down because it seems so hard to say it..."
Since I seem to be in the writing mood right now I think I shall tell this tale. It shall even be the first time I have recorded in words that happened. I probably should have done this a long time ago to give me a bit of perspective but better late than never I suppose!!
I was at an eighteenth birthday party & my friends were rather drunk. One of the girls I was with fell out with my best friend and since this girl never really liked me to begin with, she blamed me for the falling out. Naturally being a sensitive soul, I took this to heart & decided I would just be better off going home & leaving everyone else to their night out. It was a mistake to walk home alone. I live in a small town in an area that everyone knows everyone else so naturally you just assume you'll be safe & that nothing can happen to you. Someone followed me home that night & I was attacked not far from my house.
What happened was one of the worst experiences of my life & since then I've never been able to let any guy get close to me. I've had boyfriends & stuff has happened with them but it always feels wrong. It all makes me feel vile & cheap & like I'm not worth anything even though I know these guys do care a lot about me. After that I mentally push them away & ruin whatever trust & love there was between us.
I know it's my fault but I can't get past what happened that night. Four years on & I'm still letting what happened control the way I act with guys and it is also the reason that whenever a guy takes a liking to me in a club, on a bus, or anywhere, I feel like they're looking at me like he did. Like they're thinking the same things he was...
It terrifies me to think that they all have the potential to hurt not just me but my friends. I would rather take any form of abuse or punishment than anyone bestow it upon my friends. Telling anyone was hard enough but now a total of four of my friends know. The first happened about two years ago & was most definatley the hardest. We were talking on the MSN & he brought up something to do with rape at which time I clammed up & he knew something was wrong. It burst out of me along with the tears he couldn't see. I felt so bad for telling him because he didn't need to know. He didn't need to know I'd been damaged & ruined. But he didn't completely disown me as a friend instantly. Quite the opposite, he comforted me. Even though he was shocked & just bumbling over his own words his knowing gave me a small fraction of ease in my mind for which I am eternally grateful. The second happened when one of my friends had an experience that resulted in someone she knew almost doing to her, what happened to me. There were three of us there & we were all a little boozy so things were easier to say to eachother. I would do anything for those girlies. Well, all my girlies (there's quite a few of them) but these two are my secret-keeping stars & I wouldn't trade the world for them. The last I told almost two weeks ago. He was one of my friends flatmates last year nad he lives three floors above me this year. The easiest of the four to tell because he's just the kind of person you can talk to about anything, he was the most angry about what had happened. He was talking about his past hurt from girls & I listened to what he had to say with intent but when he asked me about my history with guys my first thought was; "Oh s**t. Do I tell him or do I not?!" So what came out first was the sentence; "No one gets close." I don't know if I was trying to ward him off in my semi-drunken state or not but either way, it didn't work & I'm glad. I told him everything & to this day he's the only one that knows the things I left out whan I told the others. After I told him he came over & sat beside me on the floor & put his arm around me. He told me things about his past that should never have happened to him either. Such terrible things could happen to one of the sweetest guys on the planet, but there he was, with me curled up under his arm & able to make me feel safer than I ever had. It was a strange thing. While he was telling me his stories I just wanted to pass the warmth I had to him, like it might be able to pass him a bit of my soul so he could mend his own with it. Then one of my flatmates (& best friends from back home) came up the stairs & she joined us. It was quite funny, she asked what was wrong (since we were randomly sitting together at the top of the stairs) & he said I fell down the stairs. I know I'm clumsey but sheesh (I jest). But yeah, he went from aquaintance to one of the only three guys I'm not related to that I feel I can trust and not be afraid of, so that was quite leap!!
My parents have no idea anything has ever happened and yet I have been mugged twice & attacked in a different manner (I still can't say the real words in realtion to myself). Many would blame this on bad parenting but this is most definatley not the case. We keep our secrets hidden well. Writing them down in a blog doesn't seem like divulging them in my mind. It's more like keeping them in a diary. Even though people can see it, I can't see many, or infact any stumbling across my blog, so it seems like these secrets are safe.
Back to my original thought- the loathing for objectification.
The above is my reason for hating objectification. Apparently, because I wear make-up and dress in clothes that don't make me look like a nun, I am fair game for male predators. The same can be said for any girl that does the same but whereas many enjoy this attention, many more view it as victimisation and just want to look good to feel good about themselves. Is that so wrong? Wanting to look good and feel good about yourself without being hit on, in often a rather ludocris manner?
Last Monday I was on the bus home from work and there were no seats so, naturally, I stood. A complete Jimmy Random came over and said; "You make standing on a bus look good." Now, really, is that a sensible way to get a girl's attention?! I think not.
Why can't one guy just get to know you first? Or if they don't know you, come up to you and say; "Hi, I'm *insert name here*. How are you?" and continue from there, finishing possibly with something like; "I've enjoyed speaking to you. I'd like to get to know you better if that's alright with you." No, they have to spout off lines like; "Get your coat you've pulled." Or some don't even give you the courtesy of a chat-up line nowadays!! Some like to attempt to maul you on the dance floor of a club. Splendid. Being bashed into and having my derriere grabbed by a guy with too much gel in his hair is exactly how I wanted to spend my night out with my friends...
I feel I got side-tracked and rambled on for too long before I started my objectification rant so I'm going to stop there. Hopefully I'll check back in soon with a more cheerful blog. Maybe on puppies. Or kittens. They both tend to induce notions of fluffyness. That's always a nice feeling.
Jpxxx
P.s. Jees this is a long blog!!
This past week or so, I have been objectified to extremes & made to feel terrible about the person that I now am. If my age nine self could see me right now, it would be ashamed of what it beheld.
I used to be such a happy child. A privliged youth to say the least, I never wanted for anything but at the time life still felt like it delt me a duff hand as I was a particularly "unfortunate looking" child. People can say; "Everyone is beautiful in God's eyes" as much as they want but, when you're between the ages of 5 & 16, as I have said before, no one is crueler than kids. When I was about 14 I stopped caring what people thought because I knew though I wasn't the prettiest flower in the bunch, I was still one of the brightest & nothing anyone said could change that. Then comes the time of happiness.
"These are my thoughts written down on paper. It's my only saviour from not saying what I want to say..."
When I was fifteen I went through something no living person should have to suffer and that time of happiness was shattered. After that I started dressing differently and wearing make-up every day as a mask, so I could play a part and be someone else. Someone people couldn't really get too close to. To this day I still can't leave the house or let anyone see me without make-up on. A lasting effect of my past experiences I suppose.
"This is the truth, the only time you'll hear it. I'll write it down because it seems so hard to say it..."
Since I seem to be in the writing mood right now I think I shall tell this tale. It shall even be the first time I have recorded in words that happened. I probably should have done this a long time ago to give me a bit of perspective but better late than never I suppose!!
I was at an eighteenth birthday party & my friends were rather drunk. One of the girls I was with fell out with my best friend and since this girl never really liked me to begin with, she blamed me for the falling out. Naturally being a sensitive soul, I took this to heart & decided I would just be better off going home & leaving everyone else to their night out. It was a mistake to walk home alone. I live in a small town in an area that everyone knows everyone else so naturally you just assume you'll be safe & that nothing can happen to you. Someone followed me home that night & I was attacked not far from my house.
What happened was one of the worst experiences of my life & since then I've never been able to let any guy get close to me. I've had boyfriends & stuff has happened with them but it always feels wrong. It all makes me feel vile & cheap & like I'm not worth anything even though I know these guys do care a lot about me. After that I mentally push them away & ruin whatever trust & love there was between us.
I know it's my fault but I can't get past what happened that night. Four years on & I'm still letting what happened control the way I act with guys and it is also the reason that whenever a guy takes a liking to me in a club, on a bus, or anywhere, I feel like they're looking at me like he did. Like they're thinking the same things he was...
It terrifies me to think that they all have the potential to hurt not just me but my friends. I would rather take any form of abuse or punishment than anyone bestow it upon my friends. Telling anyone was hard enough but now a total of four of my friends know. The first happened about two years ago & was most definatley the hardest. We were talking on the MSN & he brought up something to do with rape at which time I clammed up & he knew something was wrong. It burst out of me along with the tears he couldn't see. I felt so bad for telling him because he didn't need to know. He didn't need to know I'd been damaged & ruined. But he didn't completely disown me as a friend instantly. Quite the opposite, he comforted me. Even though he was shocked & just bumbling over his own words his knowing gave me a small fraction of ease in my mind for which I am eternally grateful. The second happened when one of my friends had an experience that resulted in someone she knew almost doing to her, what happened to me. There were three of us there & we were all a little boozy so things were easier to say to eachother. I would do anything for those girlies. Well, all my girlies (there's quite a few of them) but these two are my secret-keeping stars & I wouldn't trade the world for them. The last I told almost two weeks ago. He was one of my friends flatmates last year nad he lives three floors above me this year. The easiest of the four to tell because he's just the kind of person you can talk to about anything, he was the most angry about what had happened. He was talking about his past hurt from girls & I listened to what he had to say with intent but when he asked me about my history with guys my first thought was; "Oh s**t. Do I tell him or do I not?!" So what came out first was the sentence; "No one gets close." I don't know if I was trying to ward him off in my semi-drunken state or not but either way, it didn't work & I'm glad. I told him everything & to this day he's the only one that knows the things I left out whan I told the others. After I told him he came over & sat beside me on the floor & put his arm around me. He told me things about his past that should never have happened to him either. Such terrible things could happen to one of the sweetest guys on the planet, but there he was, with me curled up under his arm & able to make me feel safer than I ever had. It was a strange thing. While he was telling me his stories I just wanted to pass the warmth I had to him, like it might be able to pass him a bit of my soul so he could mend his own with it. Then one of my flatmates (& best friends from back home) came up the stairs & she joined us. It was quite funny, she asked what was wrong (since we were randomly sitting together at the top of the stairs) & he said I fell down the stairs. I know I'm clumsey but sheesh (I jest). But yeah, he went from aquaintance to one of the only three guys I'm not related to that I feel I can trust and not be afraid of, so that was quite leap!!
My parents have no idea anything has ever happened and yet I have been mugged twice & attacked in a different manner (I still can't say the real words in realtion to myself). Many would blame this on bad parenting but this is most definatley not the case. We keep our secrets hidden well. Writing them down in a blog doesn't seem like divulging them in my mind. It's more like keeping them in a diary. Even though people can see it, I can't see many, or infact any stumbling across my blog, so it seems like these secrets are safe.
Back to my original thought- the loathing for objectification.
The above is my reason for hating objectification. Apparently, because I wear make-up and dress in clothes that don't make me look like a nun, I am fair game for male predators. The same can be said for any girl that does the same but whereas many enjoy this attention, many more view it as victimisation and just want to look good to feel good about themselves. Is that so wrong? Wanting to look good and feel good about yourself without being hit on, in often a rather ludocris manner?
Last Monday I was on the bus home from work and there were no seats so, naturally, I stood. A complete Jimmy Random came over and said; "You make standing on a bus look good." Now, really, is that a sensible way to get a girl's attention?! I think not.
Why can't one guy just get to know you first? Or if they don't know you, come up to you and say; "Hi, I'm *insert name here*. How are you?" and continue from there, finishing possibly with something like; "I've enjoyed speaking to you. I'd like to get to know you better if that's alright with you." No, they have to spout off lines like; "Get your coat you've pulled." Or some don't even give you the courtesy of a chat-up line nowadays!! Some like to attempt to maul you on the dance floor of a club. Splendid. Being bashed into and having my derriere grabbed by a guy with too much gel in his hair is exactly how I wanted to spend my night out with my friends...
I feel I got side-tracked and rambled on for too long before I started my objectification rant so I'm going to stop there. Hopefully I'll check back in soon with a more cheerful blog. Maybe on puppies. Or kittens. They both tend to induce notions of fluffyness. That's always a nice feeling.
Jpxxx
P.s. Jees this is a long blog!!
Saturday, 29 September 2007
Thoughts of today
The sun is shining but as ever in the land of the Scots, it's cold. Instead of basking in the bite of the chill air outside I decided to attempt to open up my old blog again... I failed. So now I have another new blog to clog up the "blogosphere" as I can never seem to have the ability to access a blog more than once.
"Thoughts of Today" is the name of this blog but really the thoughts in my mind today appear to be the same as any other day my thinking cap is on. It's in my nature to question everything.
How can it be that some people have the ability to determine how others should be or what they should be like so they can feel and be "accepted"? If someone wants to dress a certain way or do certain things, why should they be punished for wanting to do so? With growing commodity fetishism, people feel that with more or "better" stuff, they feel they have the power to control others if they have (in their opinion) an insuficiant amount of stuff. Survival is necessary, "stuff" is excess with no purpose. It shouldn't command who is the metephorical "king-of-the-castle", but it often does.
Why does it have to be like that? Why do some people have to feel two feet tall around others? Why do they have to hide when people make fun of certain aspects of who they are?
People say that no one is more cruel than kids. Never a truer word was spoken. It just so happens that many never grow up or out of the habit cruelty becomes. Find the easy target & hit it till it breaks.
"Geeks" are a stereotypical collective that are often verbally bashed or indeed physically but what the "cool" people don't realise is that "geeks" are some of the nicest and most loyal people they will ever meet and will one day in their futures, rule the world.
"To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." - E. E. Cumming
Never let them win, never stop being you and never make anyone else feel like they don't belong. You could have lived their lives instead.
Jpxxx
"Thoughts of Today" is the name of this blog but really the thoughts in my mind today appear to be the same as any other day my thinking cap is on. It's in my nature to question everything.
How can it be that some people have the ability to determine how others should be or what they should be like so they can feel and be "accepted"? If someone wants to dress a certain way or do certain things, why should they be punished for wanting to do so? With growing commodity fetishism, people feel that with more or "better" stuff, they feel they have the power to control others if they have (in their opinion) an insuficiant amount of stuff. Survival is necessary, "stuff" is excess with no purpose. It shouldn't command who is the metephorical "king-of-the-castle", but it often does.
Why does it have to be like that? Why do some people have to feel two feet tall around others? Why do they have to hide when people make fun of certain aspects of who they are?
People say that no one is more cruel than kids. Never a truer word was spoken. It just so happens that many never grow up or out of the habit cruelty becomes. Find the easy target & hit it till it breaks.
"Geeks" are a stereotypical collective that are often verbally bashed or indeed physically but what the "cool" people don't realise is that "geeks" are some of the nicest and most loyal people they will ever meet and will one day in their futures, rule the world.
"To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." - E. E. Cumming
Never let them win, never stop being you and never make anyone else feel like they don't belong. You could have lived their lives instead.
Jpxxx
A "Grr!!" For Blogger
I now have another new blog as every time I attempt to log in & make another post, my name is not recognised. Therefor, ta-da!! Another Blog *shakes fist at technology*
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