Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Did You Miss Me?
There are times when I really wonder about humans. Why the hell are so many of us incapable of understanding that actually, life isn't all that bad and we should juts fucking well get on with it? Case in point: Someone I follow on Twitter (no names). This person has a pretty good career by the looks of it. They live in London, work in journalism and get to indulge their sporting passions in their job. They have a young child (primary school age). They are divorced (and yes, it's a she so the Dad isn't on the scene although I get the impression he is still in the kids life) and like any working single mum life is occasionally a bit tough trying to juggle a job which occasionally demands unsocial hours with bringing up a youngster. But still, she has a job, a job she loves, her child is healthy and does well at school from what I can tell and she has a nice house. But fuck me does she moan. Sometimes it's about sports, and fair enough that's part of the job and lets face it half the world moans about sports on Twitter, but often its about how tough life is for her and all that. Well, yes but its tough for everyone love, it doesn't mean you should go cadging sympathy on an quasi-anonymous social network.
Best example of this is that she moaned the Christmas is rubbish and she misses her mother. From this I surmise that her mum passed away around this time of year, no idea how long ago. Now this genuinely is tough - it's a horrible thing to go through no question. But we all have to go through it eventually. For me, it happened when I was 8 years old. My mum died of aggressive cancer which started as breast cancer and then spread. But you know what? Life moves on and there is no point moping about it because it won't change anything. I'm not saying don't mourn, far from it, but this maudlin self pity that lasts years is just stupid. Christmas is rubbish? She has a kid she loves very much so if she takes the attitude that Christmas is rubbish then the kid will pick up on it and that'll affect their enjoyment which is downright selfish. Why not enjoy Christmas vicariously through the innocent eyes of your child and stop bloody moaning? why the fuck does everyone have to act like a victim the whole time? Grow some fucking spine and stop with the 'woe is me' bollocks. All in all you're very lucky and have a hell of a lot going for you, way more than many people.
This self-pitying whining is actually pretty common nowadays, especially with the rise of social networks and it's all to garner attention and sympathy, which just screams "NEEDY". Now there is a chance I could be accused of hypocrisy here, but I will say in my defence that the idea of some of the drivel on this blog was more about me working out thoughts in my head and wasn't written with the knowledge that I had thousands of followers to garner sympathy from. It was genuine, heartfelt stuff even if it was trite bollocks a lot of the time.
Anyway, the long and short of it is that it was one whinge too many and I've now unfollowed said person. You may think I'm being harsh here, but beyond, say, the first anniversary of such an event as I've discussed you really should be stopping with the moping and trying to remember the positives. If you're not doing that then you need professional help.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Get busy living...
Monday, September 06, 2010
And so it ends
Sunday, September 05, 2010
Notes of the afflicted
I went away this weekend because I knew I needed some time away. I went to Oxford to see my sister and her family, including my newest nephew for the first time (and what a diamond he is - I don't normally get mushy about babies but this kid just completely captivated me).
Problem was, everything I saw and did, I thought "Oh Em would love this - I must bring her here" and then I'd remember and I'd be back at square one. I even bought a couple of books on popular philosophy hoping to take my mind off things but they just make me question my
previous foolish actions all the more. Can't win.
So what am I to do, stuck on this train and in this melancholy? I don't know, is the short answer. If I were a character in a book or a film, I'm sure there would be some amazing speech i could make to her or I'd appear at her door, sweep her off her feet and we'd live happily ever after. But this is real life, not a trashy airport novel or a big budget Hollywood rom com. Real life doesn't, and never has,
worked like that. I am not used to my future happiness and emotions being in the hands of another and maybe that's the problem. I am, I freely admit, quite emotionally naive. But then this is exactly what the girl I love was talking about. She said that to open oneself up to another, to love them and place your feelings and emotions in their hold is the ultimate expression of love and now I understand exactly what she meant. I just hope it's not too late and that she can still find it in her heart to allow herself love as I mow know she surely does.
Listening to: So Tonight That I Might See - Mazzy Star
Saturday, September 04, 2010
How to be a tool in one easy step
modern man in tune with his feelings and able to share, I guarantee
you there will come a time in life when you conform to every
stereotype of the reticent male there has ever been. I thought I was
modern and able to share and talk about feelings but at the crunch
moment I discovered that in fact I was the complete antithesis of
everything I had always believed myself to be in that regard. It
rather astonished me, but worse than that it may have caused
irreperable damage to a relationship that I value more than any other
I've ever had. And this is the root of what is eating at me. Even
writing this is making my stomach tie itself in knots as it means I am
thinking about that person and the possibility that I will lose them
for good. Trust me, it feels a bit like the arse is falling out of my
eod and I'm going with it.
Love. It's a small word but possibly it has more ramifications than
any other in the English language. It's bandied about a bit too freely
sometimes, but user beware: It is a very powerful word and once spoken
cannot be taken back. If you mean it then say it and be proud. If you
don't then shut your pie hole because saying it without meaning it can
cause enormous pain. But then even if you mean it, sometimes saying it
is the problem.
And here's where this week ties in. I didn't say it as early as i
could, but I should have because it's not something you should hold
back on. Previously I spoke about not knowing what love really was and
my subsequent realisation. Now I'm going to expand on that somewhat.
Love doesn't just 'happen' in my view. It grows from little things and
gets bigger and bigger until it is a thing in it's own right. Once you
realise it's there, it grows quicker. And as is well documented, it is
the most bitter-sweet of emotions.
For me, now, what began as a dawning on me that someone in particular
made me want to be protective and sharing and all the rest of it, has
developed to the point where thinking about her causes my heart to
skip a beat and my stomach to fill with butterflies. I can't bear the
thought of losing her and knowing that if I do then it's my own fault
isn't helping. I want to be with this person all the time and the idea
of being together for a long time doesn't scare me, it excites me. I'm
not saying she's 'the one' or that we'd marry tomorrow, but i am
saying I reckon we've a good shot at it. And to lose that would be
practically a crime and it would destroy me for the forseeable future.
So, gentlemen, I urge you: Learn from my mistakes, don't be an arse
and above all, talk. Talk about your feelings to the special person in
your life. It doesn't make you a gaylord or weak. In fact quite the
opposite. Don't waste a second on stupid and pointless mithering, get
on and do it or I guarantee you'll be sorry.
Listening to: The Somerset Experiments 004 - Steve Pettifer