To build on my last post, I've noticed something more in recent.
Life seems to take any and all chances it can to snatch people away from us.
Whether it's to try us, to test us, by chance or by choice, or even by fate, it happens.
If you're lucky enough to have a chance to say goodbye to the loved one before they go, and can tell them how much you loved them, count your blessings.
If not, make sure you tell everyone you love, how much you care about them as often as you can.
-Ensure you cuddle your pets at every chance you get, as they're part of your family.
-See your friends at every opportunity. And make more whenever you can. Even if you only have a few close ones that you want to spend time with, make sure you do that, and see them often. Friends are equally as important as family, and life would probably be far worse without them.
-See/ring your grandparents as often as you can. They're amazing, and they send you chocolate and money at Christmas, Easter, and Birthdays. And you'll miss them when they're gone.
-Keep in touch with your wider family. Your cousins, your Aunts and Uncles, your distant relatives. They're still your family, whether you get on with them or not.
-Try your best to forgive your siblings. They're incredibly annoying, but remember you annoy them just as much back, and at some point in your life, they may be all you've got.
-Love your parents. Really. They gave you life. However you were conceived, you've got them to thank for your existence, if nothing else.
Appreciate everyone and everything around you. You never know when it all might be taken away. This message is repeated over and over again, and it still can't be stressed enough.
And so, I'm becoming more and more aware of how little time I've actually got on this Earth, and how the time I do have here needs to spent with my loved ones, enjoying the time I do have to the fullest extent.
Saturday, 10 April 2010
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Celebration
So this post is a set of reflections after going out on a boozy night, for a good friend's birthday, after much drinking, laughing, and admiring attractive women, etc.
The way home was less a yellow brick road, more a two mile trek of cycle tracks, chavs and mopeds, however, I was accompanied by another good friend, so made do.
We chatted, discussed the good bits of the night, the awkward bits, the stupid things I'd said, and so on.
I reached my house, awkward man hug goodbye, and to bed I collapsed.
Next morning, and my hangover cure; I spent 45 minutes in the shower, reflecting on the drunken dreams I'd had in the night, and going over events, thinking how she was hot, she wasn't, he was nice, he wasn't, and how "Oh, why did I say that!? And maybe if I'd said that, I'd have been funnier, and maybe she'd have fancied me, actually, wait, I'm not even sure I fancied her, anyway." and so on. You know, normal thoughts one has about the night before...
Somehow though, my head managed to worm it's way round to an old friend of mine who was a Jehovah's Witness.
I remember, him having a birthday, and telling us he didn't celebrate it, because it was part of his religion not to.
As I understand it, Jehovah's Witnesses are a very strict.
Now, obviously, after having such a nice time the night before, the idea of not celebrating a birthday at all, is an alien concept to me. I'm not going to go into the belief side of things, for want of debate or another, I don't know anywhere near enough about the religion. Hell, I'm still not sure whether they're part of Christianity or not...
But I'll just jump straight to my point.
They don't celebrate birthdays!!!!
For a start, as a child, had I been a Jehovah's Witness, I would not have got this:
(Space Precinct. Best show ever. My friend broke the door off. My brother never forgave me...)
I don't understand, how in this world full of misery, and I mean filled up to bursting with hate, murder, rape, peadophillia, war, crime of all sorts, something stops us celebrating birthdays? And Christmas. And Easter.
We need any excuse nowadays to see our friends, our family, to go out and meet new people, not less reasons!
We need any excuse to have a good time.
We need any excuse to show the good side of human nature.
Hell, we need any excuse to show love.
What I love about most religions, most of the time, is that they bring people together! At weddings, at birthdays, bar/bat mitzvahs, etc. some could be religious events, others might not be. Others might be a religious event being celebrated by non-religious people, but know what? That's fine too.
People having a good time, laughing, rejoicing, knowing that someone has lived another year, been born, been christened, that two people are about to spend the rest of their lives together, that someone's just become a man/woman, that someone's got a new house, whatever the occasion is. Celebrate.
"I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing."
-Agatha Christie
The way home was less a yellow brick road, more a two mile trek of cycle tracks, chavs and mopeds, however, I was accompanied by another good friend, so made do.
We chatted, discussed the good bits of the night, the awkward bits, the stupid things I'd said, and so on.
I reached my house, awkward man hug goodbye, and to bed I collapsed.
Next morning, and my hangover cure; I spent 45 minutes in the shower, reflecting on the drunken dreams I'd had in the night, and going over events, thinking how she was hot, she wasn't, he was nice, he wasn't, and how "Oh, why did I say that!? And maybe if I'd said that, I'd have been funnier, and maybe she'd have fancied me, actually, wait, I'm not even sure I fancied her, anyway." and so on. You know, normal thoughts one has about the night before...
Somehow though, my head managed to worm it's way round to an old friend of mine who was a Jehovah's Witness.
I remember, him having a birthday, and telling us he didn't celebrate it, because it was part of his religion not to.
As I understand it, Jehovah's Witnesses are a very strict.
Now, obviously, after having such a nice time the night before, the idea of not celebrating a birthday at all, is an alien concept to me. I'm not going to go into the belief side of things, for want of debate or another, I don't know anywhere near enough about the religion. Hell, I'm still not sure whether they're part of Christianity or not...
But I'll just jump straight to my point.
They don't celebrate birthdays!!!!
For a start, as a child, had I been a Jehovah's Witness, I would not have got this:
(Space Precinct. Best show ever. My friend broke the door off. My brother never forgave me...)
I don't understand, how in this world full of misery, and I mean filled up to bursting with hate, murder, rape, peadophillia, war, crime of all sorts, something stops us celebrating birthdays? And Christmas. And Easter.
We need any excuse nowadays to see our friends, our family, to go out and meet new people, not less reasons!
We need any excuse to have a good time.
We need any excuse to show the good side of human nature.
Hell, we need any excuse to show love.
What I love about most religions, most of the time, is that they bring people together! At weddings, at birthdays, bar/bat mitzvahs, etc. some could be religious events, others might not be. Others might be a religious event being celebrated by non-religious people, but know what? That's fine too.
People having a good time, laughing, rejoicing, knowing that someone has lived another year, been born, been christened, that two people are about to spend the rest of their lives together, that someone's just become a man/woman, that someone's got a new house, whatever the occasion is. Celebrate.
"I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing."
-Agatha Christie
Friday, 12 March 2010
BNP
Okay, so, I was on my lunch today, when I read this article:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/education/8563044.stm
I’m a bit screwed, as actually, I’m happy it went how it did. Really, it’s for the best. See, Griffin likes to play the victim. He likes to play up the fact people pick on him to win votes. Though he said one smart thing.
“Today is a good day for British democracy”
Nick Griffin, BNP leader
Yep. Well done Nick. You’re right. First time I think I've ever found myself agreeing with the guy. But yes, if we had banned teachers from being in the BNP, we start on the road toward limiting democracy, and then of course, dictatorship, with one guy calling the shots. We can't tell people who they can/can't vote for. Not really.
I know The Police and Prison Officers can't be members of the BNP, but I think I can see/understand that.
However, while I agree with the governments' decision, I don't agree with the BNP's policies and views.
But, they need to exist, they need to have their say.
It's how democracy works.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/education/8563044.stm
I’m a bit screwed, as actually, I’m happy it went how it did. Really, it’s for the best. See, Griffin likes to play the victim. He likes to play up the fact people pick on him to win votes. Though he said one smart thing.
“Today is a good day for British democracy”
Nick Griffin, BNP leader
Yep. Well done Nick. You’re right. First time I think I've ever found myself agreeing with the guy. But yes, if we had banned teachers from being in the BNP, we start on the road toward limiting democracy, and then of course, dictatorship, with one guy calling the shots. We can't tell people who they can/can't vote for. Not really.
I know The Police and Prison Officers can't be members of the BNP, but I think I can see/understand that.
However, while I agree with the governments' decision, I don't agree with the BNP's policies and views.
But, they need to exist, they need to have their say.
It's how democracy works.
Friday, 5 March 2010
Immigration
How comes, the England Football Team Manager isn't English?
Sorry. I'm genuinely not racist. But, I don't understand how we hate the idea of immigrants coming over here and stealing our jobs/women/money/houses etc. when this is clearly one more job that could've been snatched up by a hard working Brit.
Just sayin'...
Edit: Sorry, making the sarcasm clearer for those that might not have got it first time round; Hard working Brit should have been 'hard working Brit,' and I should've really clarified that clearly we aren't sure what does or doesn't define a British citizen anymore. Not that you can really define it, as we're quite happy to emigrate elsewhere, to foreign, hotter countries when we feel the need, but just don't like people coming into 'our' country when it makes things a bit awkward for us.
Sorry. I'm genuinely not racist. But, I don't understand how we hate the idea of immigrants coming over here and stealing our jobs/women/money/houses etc. when this is clearly one more job that could've been snatched up by a hard working Brit.
Just sayin'...
Edit: Sorry, making the sarcasm clearer for those that might not have got it first time round; Hard working Brit should have been 'hard working Brit,' and I should've really clarified that clearly we aren't sure what does or doesn't define a British citizen anymore. Not that you can really define it, as we're quite happy to emigrate elsewhere, to foreign, hotter countries when we feel the need, but just don't like people coming into 'our' country when it makes things a bit awkward for us.
Monday, 22 February 2010
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.
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.
Thursday, 18 February 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, 17 February 2010
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...
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...
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