So it’s been awhile since I’ve done this blogging malarky, so bear with me.
Does anyone even read/visit this thing anymore? I don’t know, I’m not the world megastar I used to be. But never the less I’ve been wanting to get back into it for awhile but I sit in front of a computer all day at work; struggling with the desire to just stand up and yell “FUCK THIS” and walk out. So by the time I get home all I want to do is curl up into a ball and hide until I’m demanded to show my face again.
The other day a friend asked me what I fear the most; not the sort of fear you’d grant spiders or giant moths, but what really scares me. The thing that’s constantly in the back of my mind.
Too be honest, I’m pretty thick skinned and I rarely show my true emotions so I don’t often share a great deal with many people.
But I will tell you the one thing that’s constantly at the back of my mind, the one thing that worries me on a daily basis, the thing that fills my mind when I shut my eyes. For many people the one thing that they fear the most is death; that not knowing what lies beyond your final breath; for many they believe in a religion and it helps them day in and day out; believing that what you do when you’re alive will decide your ultimate fate whether it be heaven, hell or even reincarnation, but I personally believe that after we close our eyes for the last time what lies beyond is nothingness.
Do you remember what life was like before you were born? No of course you don’t because you didn’t exist and I think that after we die we’ll simply cease to exist again. No heaven, no hell, no reincarnation, we get our years on this Earth and when your time comes that’s it; you’ll just be no more.
So no death does not scare me, because once you’re dead you’ll feel no more pain, physical or mental and believe me I’ve had my fair share of both over my three decades on this planet.
So what really frightens me to my very core then? Quite simply, old age.
Continue reading “Fear”
So on the news recently there’s been a lot of talk of trying to ban smoking in cars, the thought process of this is that coupled with the fumes cars produce it’s “23% more dangerous” than it usually is. Where they even get this number from is beyond my thought process, do they just select the most unlucky number in the universe and apply it to anything they want?
I can tell you one thing for certain, this number is bullshit. It’s made up, there’s no possible way they can put such an exact percentage on something like that, if fumes from cars is so dangerous why not ban driving? They’re certainly going the right way about it by wanting to raise the petrol prices YET AGAIN at the beginning of next year.
If smoking is so dangerous and the government cared one iota about the publics health then they’d make it illegal to smoke at all, stop putting these bans everywhere. I have smoked since I was 16, that’s ten years now, ten years ago you used to be able to smoke in pubs and clubs, anywhere you want, now it’s hard to imagine any such thing even existed. In 2006 the smoking ban hit pubs hard because people stood outside most of the time, a majority of the customers were outside, non smokers alike as they stood with their smoker friends.
At first it was hard, I hated the smoking ban, now I’m used to it, it’s so much better standing in a pub without a cloud of toxic smoke hanging above your head, not going home with a tight chest at the end of the night, sucking the oxygen out of the room. The smoking ban was a good thing. Continue reading “The Smoking Ban”
So I’ve been wanting to write about this topic for awhile now and as I sit here bored at work I may aswell write about it now.
I’ve been a member of Facebook since mid-2006 and when I first registered to the site it was fun, I used to play all sorts of games that were on offer, I enjoyed uploading photos and videos, chatting with friends and reconnecting with people I haven’t spoken to in a very long time. Continue reading “Facebook – The Cancer of the Internet”
I’ve always thought this, even from a young age.
I was born in 1985 in Oldham, England, moved to Chesterfield in North East Derbyshire at the age of 3, still living with my parents at age 25. There’s nothing I want more than to move out but I can barely afford to buy petrol to run my car, my overdraft in my bank is £1500, of which I am currently overdrawn by £1100.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not so stupid to think that there wasn’t debt decades ago, but I doubt it’s as easily achievable as it is today.
Continue reading “Born In The Wrong Decade”