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No, it’s never time to start “loving” children, you sick bastard. Why’d you even go there?
Today’s Image: Some fucked-up, broken-down statue I saw in deepest, darkest Wales prior to the most disturbing night of my life. It represents the breakdown of communication in our society! Check me out, all clever and shit…
It is time to start loving, and time to start blogging, at least for me. I had a blog before, but it wasn’t really about me, it was about me if I was a whiskey-swilling, womanising Victorian detective.So, rather than a blog, it was just bollocks.
It seemed popular though. I guess because it wasn’t boring. It wasn’t a MySpace quiz filled in and then posted for all to see, it wasn’t conceited (though it was contrived), and it wasn’t in any way a vitriolic regurgitation of the world at large’s half-arsed opinions.
I don’t want to be any of those things. I don’t want to tell people what to think, why they’re wrong, or why I’m right. The world and all its facets are subjective lands (except Scienceland, which should annex some of the other realms); worlds of grey, fading to different shades under different gazes.
I just want to write entertaining bollocks and pass on one serious message. Love your fellow man. Love everyone you meet. Love them if they fuck you about or over, love them if they look like someone you shouldn’t like; love even yourself for being so pointlessly judgemental.
The internet has created a unique social atmosphere, one which extends it’s filthy, prehensile tendrils as fingers into the orifices of all and sundry. There exists now a way for the “different” to be where they truly belong, to believe they are not alone. Those who take their cues from themselves rather than others, and those who take their cues from being different in itself, they can go on the internet and they can be validated.
Their prejudice can be validated.
Deep below the tag clouds, the forums stand amid the vastness of the blogosphere, and in these lofty and anonymous places, mice become giants. All bias and bigotry can be uttered in safety, and as a result, no-one knows how to behave any more. People stay in. People go out, to the place they always go. People won’t talk to that guy because look at his shirt, the big jock. People won’t talk to that girl… people won’t talk about that thing.
Social apartheid. As baseless as the American/South African version.
People say there are only two types of people. People say there are only three. People say people never change, and people say success is a binary situation.
Guess what, everybody is different, it keeps the world spinning and it is a good thing. The encouragement of prejudice and judgemental attitudes, of sanctimoniousness, well that just creates social apartheid.
Learning to get along with everyone and anyone is another way of describing the act of “growing up”, which is rather important.
If everybody loved everybody else, this wouldn’t be a problem. I started loving everybody years ago, and I never looked back. I’m also probably more popular than you, and thus can’t talk to you. So do one, skidaddle.
My next post will explain how you, yes YOU, can bring about a democratic, corpse-free, prosperous Zimbabwe.
Or it might be a story about a caveman painting a penis onto the side of a tree.
Good-bye.
