Did You Miss Me?

It's been a while (2 years in fact) but I'm back. It's not that I haven't had ideas for posts its just that I've not had the inclination to bother to write them up, but I promise I will make more of an effort now. As if anyone actually gives that much of a stuff about this drivel. Anyway, first up: A rather controversial post I suspect, but fuck it, it's my blog so what I say goes.


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.