My perception with recent times is that as I have reached teenage years is what I see as a conditioning of the mind. When I was about seven until around the age of twelve I never worried about pedophiles or rapists or anything like that at all. And perhaps this could be because I was at that innocent age where I didn’t see these things because I was blind to them.
However I see society as producing many recognizable features in the younger generations today that I wouldn’t necessarily recognize in myself at the same age.
Firstly my brother, he will grow up in an age where it is seen as part of society where things like rape and fear of attack are regular things, they have been conditioned in a way to find these things acceptable and that can only have a derogatory effect on society. They say knowledge is power and thats fine, but I think you can be too aware of things so much so you let it dictate your life, you worry about things that perhaps have been blown out of proportion, I am not denying there is a problem but rather that there may be some problem about knowing too much and worrying too much.
I also feel, for a number of reasons that children are not being given the best upbringing they could have had. Perhaps this is old fashioned but with women having more rights, which is brilliant, it has also led to the decline of the stable family home. Children are dumped in front of the TV or a videogame rather with engaging properly with their peers. Of course this is not true of all cases, far from it, but as an effect it will become noticeable. Children need to have an imagination and need to develop their minds, not to be repressed from an early age. Once again this is detrimental to the successfulness of the society as a whole.
25 February 2007
24 February 2007
University Truths
On my expeditions through Facebook and TheStudentBar I often encounter a list of "things UCAS didn't tell you" or "You know you've been at uni too long when..". Anyway I am going to write my own because my opinion is more valid and rounded.
- //I would rather make some elaborate excuse about dragons stampeeding through my house, noses ablaze, torching through my vital organs that admitting to myself and the seminar leader that I just couldn't be bothered to go (save when I was actually ill, although I seem a bit boy who cried wolf now)
- //My books are always late back to the library. Peroid.
- //It is rather amusing to get lost in one of the colleges
- //I tidy my room, mess it up again, tidy it, mess it up again constantly
- //Laundry day is the worst day of my life.
- //Being able to watch clips of TV episodes on the internet becomes the greatest invention of all time and it doesn't seem to matter that one has to get up every five minutes in order to load the next section.
- //I will find anything to do which will distract me from an essay or just general boredness. I will take unecessary trips to the library, organize my pencil case, go to Woodies for a pint of Diet Coke, journey to the vending machines on campus and so on.
- //Powercuts and Lunar Eclipses become social events.
- //90% of the uni will be a significant player in some society and will wear a hoodie demonstrating this 99% of the time.
- //I am becoming increasingly jealous of the above demograph.
11 February 2007
Sunday, Bloody Sunday.
My articulation has seemingly gone out the window today, I extend my apologises.
I have always always always hated Sunday. This has improved slightly recently since I have been working on a Sunday again because it kills the time and I make coins for me to go out and buy lipsticks and shampoos with.
However, when I worked at Morellis, Sundays would be one of the worst days. At about 11 O’clock a number of the old crones would come in after their visit to the house of God for their weekly fix of legal drugs. And how slow they were! And what a mess!
I had a break in the middle of the day for ten minutes. Because of this RIDICULOUS time restriction I often had to bring in food from home or buy it on the way. Anyway basically when you have been working all day Saturday in a cream uniform which is now covered in chocolate sauce and you want to go out and snog loads of guys ( remember I was 16) you don’t really want to be standing around making sandwiches. To cut a long story short it is hard to get anything to eat before 10 and after 4 which were roughly my hours (plus a couple of hours at the end when I dodged the bins being thrown by the boss). I hereby blame Morellis and Sunday Opening Hours for my frequentation of Sanchos.
Then, when you don’t work Sunday is still terrible. The trains don’t really run properly, neither do the busses, you can’t go shopping, you try and go for a walk and land is crowded with lots of other people trying to enjoy one of the two days they have off by doing something really really boring.
So anyway, Sundays are mainly created for the following persons:
- Christians, it’s the ‘day of rest’. Bollocks, everyone is trying to find work on a Sunday to try and overcome the monotonous gloom.
- Dog walkers/cyclists/ramblers
- Killjoys
Everyone knows that Sunday is an interlude to the rest of the week, a little taster of the horrible week ahead. We aren’t idiots, give the Sunday back to the working week and let us have more time off Friday night so I can wear my lipsticks.
I have always always always hated Sunday. This has improved slightly recently since I have been working on a Sunday again because it kills the time and I make coins for me to go out and buy lipsticks and shampoos with.
However, when I worked at Morellis, Sundays would be one of the worst days. At about 11 O’clock a number of the old crones would come in after their visit to the house of God for their weekly fix of legal drugs. And how slow they were! And what a mess!
I had a break in the middle of the day for ten minutes. Because of this RIDICULOUS time restriction I often had to bring in food from home or buy it on the way. Anyway basically when you have been working all day Saturday in a cream uniform which is now covered in chocolate sauce and you want to go out and snog loads of guys ( remember I was 16) you don’t really want to be standing around making sandwiches. To cut a long story short it is hard to get anything to eat before 10 and after 4 which were roughly my hours (plus a couple of hours at the end when I dodged the bins being thrown by the boss). I hereby blame Morellis and Sunday Opening Hours for my frequentation of Sanchos.
Then, when you don’t work Sunday is still terrible. The trains don’t really run properly, neither do the busses, you can’t go shopping, you try and go for a walk and land is crowded with lots of other people trying to enjoy one of the two days they have off by doing something really really boring.
So anyway, Sundays are mainly created for the following persons:
- Christians, it’s the ‘day of rest’. Bollocks, everyone is trying to find work on a Sunday to try and overcome the monotonous gloom.
- Dog walkers/cyclists/ramblers
- Killjoys
Everyone knows that Sunday is an interlude to the rest of the week, a little taster of the horrible week ahead. We aren’t idiots, give the Sunday back to the working week and let us have more time off Friday night so I can wear my lipsticks.
10 February 2007
Certain people I know
I was going to start with a politically-fuelled debate of the state of the British Isles, how the classes still very much rule the masses and the horrible realisation that to bring a child into the world in which ours is becoming could be seen as a heresy. However, I am really stupid so instead I won’t. Instead I will write about how annoying people can be.
In my opinion a lot of people can be classified into certain stereotypes. This is wrong of me I know, but it makes things easier in justifying their actions in my mind and making snide comments about them in pubs. So here we go;-
The Interferer:
This type of person will cast judgements of elements of your life mainly when you least want them to. They will see themselves wise and able to empathise with every situation that life throws at you. However this is all a mere fabrication because it’s most likely that this person has a limited knowledge of social interaction and instead has acquired all their knowledge through their faux-philosophical ponderings in-between refreshing livejournal and stroking the dog.
The Boaster:
The boaster is easily spotted, or rather isn’t. This is because you will rarely see this person because they are too busy on safari/going to theme parks when everyone else is working/writing a blog about their experience. So if they are not doing something “amazing” they are writing about it or worse telling you about it. Often they will provide props; a set of photographs from Tenerife, a list of the presents they got for their birthday, and the worst, a glorious suntan/ornate donkey. They will try to drop in their astounding good fortune in every conversation regardless of its theme. “Oh yes I know the third world is suffering a terrible plight but when I was out in Malaga last week...” (See also The Only Child)
The Only Child (or those with fairly rich parents, often of non- British origin):
Not all only-children are bigheaded, pompous spoilt brats but a majority seem to be. They will always be on some life changing trip with their other privileged friends on their parent’s money because it has been assumed that the child has been denied some kind of upbringing by the absence of a sibling and thus should be treated as one who a deity. Sometimes they will like to include you by asking you to come out to dinner with them or something like that but this will always be somewhere really expensive as so they can be certain that you won’t actually accept the offer but are able to save face at the same time. This is when they do go out, however as usually they are in Africa or in the library trying to swot up in order to win in an ongoing battle with their peers to gain the highest score in the science quiz. If they don’t get an A on the paper they will cry in the toilet. This has been witnessed at least half a dozen times in as many years.
The Guilt Bearer:
This person will make you feel guilty for everything. A common scenario is when they have written a 3000 word essay and keep reminding you of this then casually asking you how many you have done. When the reply is something like “about 4” they will usually say something like “oh don’t worry you have another night to do it” when really inside they are ecstatic that they have able to have this small victory. If you go on to get a better mark they will purse their lips, say well done but then return home to fashion a voodoo doll and begin the next essay before it is even set. If they do better they will extend their commiserations and their head will grow to something comparable to the size of a hot air balloon.
The Highly Opinionated:
Whatever conversation you have with this person, be it about an observation you have made, a book you have read, a flower you like, anything, they will have an opinion on it. If they didn’t have one before then they will surely make one up on the spot and it is very likely to differ from yours in order to start some ridiculous debate which will be resolved in three ways (always favouring them);
a) you will instantly tire of their attitude and resign yourself to agreeing with them in the hope they might go away
b) If they are of a lower intellect but particularly tenacious they will often use the following comebacks: “what can’t hear you!”, “yeah but no”, “you’re wrong” or “no” repeated to infinity and “shut up, you’re gay”. This will then be followed by part a).
c) They will throw religion into the mix.
The Under Opinionated
*Song on radio*
You: “Oh wow I love this song”
Them: “Yeah I think I’ve heard it, what’s it called again?”
You: “fucking bitchtits”
Them: “Oh yeah I’ve heard of them, I have their album silly me! I listen to it every day”
You: “Please go away. It is unlikely I will approve of you more if you try to emulate my every move, and by the way I hate this song I was only pretending”
Them: “Me too”
Worse than this is when someone tries to either:
1.Get into an argument they don’t understand and then end up looking foolish
2.Try to appear overly opinionated on the things everyone is opinionated about like they thought of it first.
In my opinion a lot of people can be classified into certain stereotypes. This is wrong of me I know, but it makes things easier in justifying their actions in my mind and making snide comments about them in pubs. So here we go;-
The Interferer:
This type of person will cast judgements of elements of your life mainly when you least want them to. They will see themselves wise and able to empathise with every situation that life throws at you. However this is all a mere fabrication because it’s most likely that this person has a limited knowledge of social interaction and instead has acquired all their knowledge through their faux-philosophical ponderings in-between refreshing livejournal and stroking the dog.
The Boaster:
The boaster is easily spotted, or rather isn’t. This is because you will rarely see this person because they are too busy on safari/going to theme parks when everyone else is working/writing a blog about their experience. So if they are not doing something “amazing” they are writing about it or worse telling you about it. Often they will provide props; a set of photographs from Tenerife, a list of the presents they got for their birthday, and the worst, a glorious suntan/ornate donkey. They will try to drop in their astounding good fortune in every conversation regardless of its theme. “Oh yes I know the third world is suffering a terrible plight but when I was out in Malaga last week...” (See also The Only Child)
The Only Child (or those with fairly rich parents, often of non- British origin):
Not all only-children are bigheaded, pompous spoilt brats but a majority seem to be. They will always be on some life changing trip with their other privileged friends on their parent’s money because it has been assumed that the child has been denied some kind of upbringing by the absence of a sibling and thus should be treated as one who a deity. Sometimes they will like to include you by asking you to come out to dinner with them or something like that but this will always be somewhere really expensive as so they can be certain that you won’t actually accept the offer but are able to save face at the same time. This is when they do go out, however as usually they are in Africa or in the library trying to swot up in order to win in an ongoing battle with their peers to gain the highest score in the science quiz. If they don’t get an A on the paper they will cry in the toilet. This has been witnessed at least half a dozen times in as many years.
The Guilt Bearer:
This person will make you feel guilty for everything. A common scenario is when they have written a 3000 word essay and keep reminding you of this then casually asking you how many you have done. When the reply is something like “about 4” they will usually say something like “oh don’t worry you have another night to do it” when really inside they are ecstatic that they have able to have this small victory. If you go on to get a better mark they will purse their lips, say well done but then return home to fashion a voodoo doll and begin the next essay before it is even set. If they do better they will extend their commiserations and their head will grow to something comparable to the size of a hot air balloon.
The Highly Opinionated:
Whatever conversation you have with this person, be it about an observation you have made, a book you have read, a flower you like, anything, they will have an opinion on it. If they didn’t have one before then they will surely make one up on the spot and it is very likely to differ from yours in order to start some ridiculous debate which will be resolved in three ways (always favouring them);
a) you will instantly tire of their attitude and resign yourself to agreeing with them in the hope they might go away
b) If they are of a lower intellect but particularly tenacious they will often use the following comebacks: “what can’t hear you!”, “yeah but no”, “you’re wrong” or “no” repeated to infinity and “shut up, you’re gay”. This will then be followed by part a).
c) They will throw religion into the mix.
The Under Opinionated
*Song on radio*
You: “Oh wow I love this song”
Them: “Yeah I think I’ve heard it, what’s it called again?”
You: “fucking bitchtits”
Them: “Oh yeah I’ve heard of them, I have their album silly me! I listen to it every day”
You: “Please go away. It is unlikely I will approve of you more if you try to emulate my every move, and by the way I hate this song I was only pretending”
Them: “Me too”
Worse than this is when someone tries to either:
1.Get into an argument they don’t understand and then end up looking foolish
2.Try to appear overly opinionated on the things everyone is opinionated about like they thought of it first.
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