Reflections

So, I hadn't planned to update the blog for a while, but I got some bad news today.

I shan't go into what it was, because as I said, this blog isn't about me, nor is it an effort to gain sympathy.

However. It's given me a chance to reflect?
This year so far, in fact, the last six months or so, have been a bit of a roller coaster in terms of, well, everything.

But I noticed a few things today.

For a start, there's something incredibly stress relieving about going to the gym.
Turning your music up loud, and listening to the angriest song you can think of, filled with swearing, created by a band who all hate their dads, but love their mums, and are covered in so many tattoos that you can't actually see their skin anymore, whilst running a few KM on the treadmill at a high speed.
Followed by sets of weights 5-10kg heavier than you can usually lift, so that your face goes bright red and you pull a ridiculous face and make a kind've grunt-squeak noise with each rep, as the attractive girl opposite you raises one eye-brow in that sarcastic sort of way, removing any sort of chance you had of sleeping with her.
It hurts. It'll hurt until tommorow night, I'm sure. But damn, does it burn through the emotional pain.

Also, I noticed Apple appear to have put something in those iPod thingies that's made them able to sense your mood?
Hit shuffle on your iPod, and for some reason, the songs that come on, suit your mood perfectly. I'm unsure as to how Mr. Jobs has managed to get them to achieve this trickery, but it's quite clever.
When I'm angry, Metal, Rock, whatever you want to call it plays.
Feeling cocky? Then Rap will flow from your 'pod.
And today, every single sad song I have on there seemed to line itself up for my ears on my walk home from the gym. Wow.

I don't hate life. Days like today are part of the ups and downs of it. I know things like this are on the horizon, and I need to be prepared for them. You can't have the good without the bad. That doesn't make things any less painful, no, but it makes them a bit easier to accept.

Contraception

The new Pope. Or perhaps the old Pope as well, I forget, anyway, is against the idea of condoms, and I think contraceptives in general. I dislike this fact. And his views toward homosexuals. Honestly, I'm not fond of the guy...

When we did R.E (Religious Education) at school, and we had to give for and against reasons why a Christian (Such a vague definition of, well, a person nowadays) might or might not agree with contraception we were given a few reasons to choose from.

One reason being, that it 'interfered with God's plan'

I'm going to take this point. I'm going to take this point, curl it up into a little ball, set it on fire, and throw it as far away as possible.

The idea being, that using a contraceptive may stop someone or something being born that God wanted to be born. Be that a new Prime Minister, or even the next coming of the son of God?

Wait. Hang on...


A few simple facts about the idea of God.
Assuming you believe, of course, the following should apply (this is meant, in the upmost of respect, by the way);

God, is the most powerful being in the universe
God is all loving.
God is all knowing.
God is all powerful.

Just with those facts alone, I have disproved the above theory.

Let me take the 'all knowing' and 'all powerful' bits for a start. I'll put you in God's shoes for a second. If you know everything, and you're infinitely powerful, then, well, you're not worried about this new invention 'The Pill.' (not that you get worried. You're God. Do you? Meh, debate for another time...)


You can see everything. How it was, how it is, how it will be, how it might be, and so on.
-Hell, you probably saw the The Pill coming before the guy who invented it's mother was born.

Now, there are people suggesting that a small, man-made piece of rubber, that can double up as a microphone waterproofing device, or protect a rifle barrel from clogging up (Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Condom -Honestly, read one Wikipedia page a day, on ANYTHING and you'll start to sound smarter within three months.) can actually get one over on the most powerful being in the universe?

Right. Likely?

And don't mix this up with abstinence, as that's resisting the tempation of sex and going into the moral side of sex. I'm not going there.
I'm also not trying to offend anyone with any sort of dig at the Catholic church, but I'm not pleased with this opposition to the condom or contraception in general. Surely all they do is protect us from man-made evils (STI's) whilst we get closer during intimacy which is love? Again. Morals. Shut up Flausher.

I should stop reading the papers. Especially The Sun. They just make me angry.

Votes Please

So, I think I'm done with social networking, or at the very least, Facebook?

I'll start from the beginning;

-Girl adds Flausher on Facebook.

-Confused as to her identity, Flausher replies, quite rightly in my opinion, with a simple "Who is this? And if I've forgotten you, apologies..."

-Girl Replies "I saw your comments on a Facebook group, and thought they were funny, so thought I'd add you."

*Thoughts now running through Flausher's head*:
"I don't know this girl, but she seems to think someone making a few supposedly funny comments on Facebook acquits them to being a 'friend.' She has over 1000 of these other supposed 'friends' on here.
Should I use the term 'Facebook Whore'in my reply or is that non-PC and kind've offensive? yehuh. Bad Flausher...
What if she's actually a peadophile?"
(Just typed peadophile into google to double check spelling. Then realised I'd google'd peadophile. Fantastic.)

-Flausher Replies "Sorry, but I don't know you?"
*Nailed it!*

-Girl replies "wow ever heard of being nice to people?"

Flausher, after thinking he's won, is now losing to a 40 year old man in Facebook wars, so replies "Yea. But I don't know you! I try to keep my FB down to people I know is all. I don't mean to sound horrid, sorry if I come across that way, but there's no point me having millions of people on my FB who I don't speak to. I try to keep it to people I'm close to, friends, family, workmates, and so on. "
*Nailed it, for sure this time!*

-Girl replies "Well no one will want to speak to you with that attitude. I also had a question if its ok to fucking speak. In your pictures are you at a beach party"

-Flausher replies "...I'm afraid not?"

-Girl does not reply. I think she just wanted me to accept the damn friend request.

So, with this obsessive craze to get as many friends as possible on Facebook, and with the constant changes to Facebook, while they fail to repair the constant issues that plague it, I'm tempted to just give it up.

The light at the end of the tunnel, of course, is Buzz?
Google's doing Social Networking now. And they seem to do everything better. Search engines. Operating Systems. Browsers. Slides at your workplace. And now this.

Methinks I'll migrate.

But people, what're your opinions of Facebook? do we give up on it just yet?
It's not me disliking the principals, it's the annoyances I'm getting from it. Hopefully Buzz might be better...

Epilepsy

Right, well, in short...Epilepsy sucks.

I figured I needed to make my first blog about something fairly rant-worthy, (And, don't worry, this isn't the first of post after post of me moaning about crap parts of my life, posting it on the internet, and then hoping for sympathetic, like-minded people to comment.)

So, I'm Epileptic, and yes, it does suck. But not for the obvious reasons.
I get the occasional day dreamy-seizure-things, and I get the proper ones while I sleep. But after being poked, and prodded, and generally assessed by a couple of doctors, one specialist guy puts me on various kinds of medication in order to try and stop them for (another) year. And hopefully it's doing the trick.

But that's not the really awful thing I've found about it. My personal downfall of the condition, has been the inability to drive.
Seriously. What the hell? There's probably thousands of people out there - mainly in their teens from what I've gathered - who are unable to drive, all because of Epilepsy?
I don't think I realised what a massive independance driving gave me until I lost it, and I'm by far not the only one.


And whilst I have to see people on the road all day every day who are clearly far unsafer to drive than myself, that just adds salt to the wound.
So I guess what I'm saying is don't take driving for granted, I can't abide people who 'hate driving' or feel the need to constantly insult the art of driving. I'll gladly hop behind the wheel for them, as I'm now in my second forced year of no driving, which I suspect might turn out even longer...

-Oh, and feel free to stop and give me a lift if you see me walking home in the rain?


(And fear not, I will endeavour to make this blog as outward, and un-about me as possible going forward. Hopefully it'll grow with maturity and so on as I do. Hah.)

Rants...

I rant. A lot. Too much? Almost certainly.
I figured though, that I'd start putting these rants down on (paper?), thus following in the footsteps of my brother, who turned out to be quite the blogger. This in the hope that sharing my thoughts with the world, perhaps others may be able to agree with me, share their thoughts and opinions with me on the same subjects, open my eyes to different points of view, or even point out my frequent bouts of stupidity.