Too Many Goddam Questions
Maybe it’s the overtime, maybe it’s the time of the month, maybe it’s because I keep forgetting my meds, maybe it’s because I need to escape, maybe I ask too many questions.
Why is it I feel I’m spending my time doing the same things day in day out? I don’t mean what I do; I mean the way I do it. I always fight myself; make myself do things out of what? Stubbornness? If I’m so determined to change things why do I keep giving up when I get started? Is it because it gets tough? Read the rest of this entry »
Why Music?
Music can make you feel alive. I’m listening to Snowpatrol – Make this go on Forever, and I realised the whole mood of a song can just take over you like it’s seeping through your veins. I close my eyes and I am stood there watching them live, my heart pounding with emotion. For the first time in my life I felt right. I felt connected. I felt alive and I was back there.
I was where I belonged; being myself with a man who I never believed existed. Spending a night in the most random hotel room, eating Chinese at midnight and walking around hand in hand in the rain. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s a personality thing.
I don’t really know where to begin, I can’t actually be bothered to write but I know I should at least try. Last week I had my appointment with the consultant. It went better than I expected, I felt a little more at ease talking to her than I did last time. We still don’t know exactly what it is, but it seems like she might have an inclination. She gave me some information on Personality Disorders, and having read through it I can see why.
What are the different types?
Personality disorder can show itself in different ways. The DSM-IV-TR (The American Psychiatric Association’s manual of mental disorders) lists ten types. Each one is linked with a different set of attitudes, emotions, and behaviours. While some people will have only one type, other people may have elements of two or more. Read the rest of this entry »
Bla
What can i say, BAD day today. Full of random rage and a massive urge to just get up and fuck off somewhere. Very little sleep again last night, a late bus and the systems at work up and down like a whores knickers was enough to tip the scale. It just got worse from then on.
Conclusion: Whats the point in giving a shit if it all turns to crap in the end?
Bla
Freedom of Speech Missconceptions
The United Kingdoms Human Rights act 1988 regarding freedom of expression does not grant a person the right to say exactly what they think, and for good reason if you ask me. It is so very frequently taken out of context.
How anybody can think it is right to make serious racial comments is beyond me. Humans are humans, regardless of race or religion.
However, a rather serious question arises from an incident in the workplace. Who decides what comments are deemed to be racist? If jovial banter between two colleagues, one black and one white can be determined sever enough for the dismissal of said white person based on complaints made from people (also white might i add) not involved in the banter in the first place then I’m sorry, but there is something seriously wrong with the system. If either of the people involved had found it offensive then fair enough, but that wasn’t the case. I’m not in any way approving of what was said, but to the best of my knowledge it was said in jest. Read the rest of this entry »
