Avril Lavigne- support Fly

While I have been feeling sad over not getting to participate (As a candidate.) in the general election, dreaming of no more potatoes and plenty more pasta, talking to my lovely friends from afar, listening to them detail the joys of London and England, in their eyes, debating over what to do about my life, the world, how to help it and all life, keeping a check on the status of my goals and feeling sad over my increased loneliness I have had little time to talk about my "rock," of sorts. Avril Lavigne.

I first properly heard her music when I was a teenager. Some of her songs had been on some video games my brother had (Burnout.) and I had an image of her, young teenage self, in a comic I had as a child/teen, but I had not really known anything of her music at that point. During increasingly troubled times I would come to discover the emotion within her music.

Her lastest single: Fly, is another example of her philanthropy. I hope you enjoy it.

Psychology psychology

My blog will be transforming. Like a caterpillar wrapping itself up in the substance excreted from its own body, comforting itself that this process is neccessary to fully realise its dreams of grandeur, my blog is, also...well, nothing like that whatsoever. I just wanted to write something about caterpillars. I am not "deciding" to change my blog, I am a natural creature devoid of routine. I am merely observing that psychology has taken up a great deal of my mind within the last five years. So, I will no doubt be publishing some of my psychological observations, experiments and other such stuff. Over and out. 

So I walked to Romford and back again, in order to get photos for my passport (They fuss about sizes, background etcetera so I use the Romford photo booth as I know they usually fit the requirements fine.). Legs and feet aching (Bones still seem pretty weak despite regular intake of Vitamin D.) but glad I am still healthy in other ways-not out of breath at all, if my bones had been stronger I could have walked home far quicker. In fact, my whole trip would have been much shorter had there not been an engineer tinkering with the photo booth for a little while. When our friend left everything was apparently working as I received my photos fine. It was the journey to Romford that concerned me most. Walking near Romford cemetry (I was deeply desiring to see Natalie's grave but for some reason I could not do it.) I saw a dead fox. The immediate and unexpected display shocked me. It was so...out of place. Of course, a dead anything anywhere is sad...but seeing it near the bus stop unnerved me and immediately made me think about the selfishness of some humans. The fox simply looked "paused." There was no blood...or obvious sign of injury...but it most definitely was not sleeping. But it was not in a forest...I could accept it if it was...well, no, death does scare me when it is connected to someone else's life...but I would be reminded that this happens...animals kill to eat...kill for sport...and so on...and sadly we are little different when we get hungry. But the shock was seeing him/her just laying there...it was wrong...I should have picked it up and put it somewhere nicer but it was so unexpected. It was no longer there on my walk back...so somebody had "taken care of it," and I really hope care was involved. Why should kindness end with death? This poor fox had probably starved to death! In a world we created. Taunting them by leaving the odd bits of nature here and there but not enough for them to stay comfortable. If we are not going to look after these creatures as much as we do one another then we should at least build a sanctuary for them. Imagine if you were a fox and had to rummage though dustbins looking for food? If you have been extremely poor you may have had to do that, not easy, I imagine? This is not acceptable- for human or for animal. Sure, it may be hard to make sure every single animal has a suitable home and adequate food supplies, although we can try everyday to make it a reality. But the problem here is ignorance and fear. I shudder to think at how many may have taunted the dead animal as they passed it, on their way to the shops and cinema. Spare a thought for a friend? It died. No-one knows how or when...but somewhere there is another animal deeply upset. How dare some humans believe intelligence and love lies only with humans. Am I insane? Are YOU insane? A fox is crying tonight, I'll hope that some humans will be too, but I fear you'll be too busy to spare a thought for a "just a fox." I know some of you out there DO care. I have seen some of the good humans are capable of. But it is the others that I fear. The animals even breath the same oxygen as and will even approach us, on occassion, and still you wish to seperate us from them. We ARE different. But it is your motives that I have a problem with. Generalising about all foxes being murders rather than pointing out that all foxes are...well foxes, it's a natural observation, as is all blondes are...blondes...men are men... It's a label designed to reference, not to be filled with negativity. Maybe you will say I am blinded, maybe this fox had hurt someone. So I, in turn, should mimic its style? I do not regret my innate selflessness. Yes, sometimes in the past I was too trusting but it was the people who abused that trust who were deluded, not I. I have made mistakes, that was not one of them.

And so we tremble


This year has been tough.

That can be evidenced by the fact that I am telling you. I seem to share feelings only when officially depressed again. Who is "you?" Am I alone? That question has haunted me for some time.

Why I believe in a people's government

Apparently, much of the world has been engrossed in Russel Brand's "schemes," of late. As to give you a heads up on where this blog shall be going, I would like to start out by suggesting that in the absence of a God, one chooses between the lesser of two evils. Now, obviously such a response was designed to have one look at the situation we are all in, rather than aiming to compare Russel to some sort of Satan. The truth is thus: faith in our politicians, and by extension: democracy, is at an all time low. Rioters, hackers, elite, extremists, terrorists and various other groups, all seek to fiddle with and mock our way of life. I have not followed Russel closely and he may genuinely have a heart. If so, if you really are as sensitive as I, if you really do know what being poor and sick is like and turn to tears at the sight of the elite remaining oblivious, or intentionaly ignorant, to the suffering all around the world, then we are on the same page.

But are we using the same font?

Before we talk more about Russel, and my own views, let us give some appreciation to the circumstances.

- We have no voice. Our democracy is a shambles.
- The elite have such a stronghold, peaceful revolution seems impossible.

That being said, violence. extremism, manipulation and anything else immoral, should not be tolerated. If Russel truly thinks he is helping, then he has fallen victim to the very plague which robbed Anonymous of any credibility. Anonymous: freedom fighters fighting for a fair society, aiming to rid the world of untouchables. Wait? Anonymous Anonymous? The vigilante group that is lawless and rebelious, the untouchable group who bring harm in the name of peace? The group that is corrupting our children into thinking that immorality is ok, that the cause justifies the means? Yeah, laws can be wrong. The point is not about morality-action, but morality-intent, not actionable. Anonymous clearly intend to cause mayhem. I struggle to see how they could be so naive as to believe that hacking enough computer networks would somehow bring about change. Worrying, what if it DID? Our aim now is to teach our kids to bully others into submitting to their will? Why do so many newspaper comments suggest a love for these oxymorons? What kind of world do you want your children to live in, and why does it beg that you leave your logical-morality at the door? This is precisely what Russel falls victim to, even before we saw the banker's note, of how Russel had aimed his stunt at hardworking individuals who, believe it or not, may not have been as blinded by rage as himself. Since when do we generalise? You have a neighbour who works in a bank, you were behind one in Gregg's and in front of one in KFC. Such a swerve away from such dangerous generalisations were exactly what seperated us from terrorists, Nazis and the like. Our whole Kingdom is about tolerance, diversity, debate, passion, love, morality. Well, at least that is what I am feeling its foundations should have been, and believe still could be. Believe you me, I have also seen this government's corruption and abuse. That is precisely why I have come to grow such strong views and visions. Touching darkness, one can become the very thing that they seek to destroy.

Stop.

Therein lies the clue. Fighting. Fighting is futile. We have become warriors, darn us. Through our trials, our death and destruction, our life and suffering, our mental illness and cancer, our deceit and betrayal, our loss and faithless spirits. We have come through so many things and the desire to fight is most natural. How can we live without resisting? It would be scary to imagine me never finding a reason to live, a desire to push back mental illnesses. It would be heartbreaking to see people told that they have cancer, and watch as they shrug their shoulders and exit the hospital, dreamlike it would seem. Dreamlike. No. It is not our sttyle. Be it by choice or genes, or both, who wants to be stuck with something? Even me, completely btoken and devoid of hope, came to enjoy life a bit, five or so years later, the progress is still slow, but progress nonetheless: someday I may experience happiness again. Why? Why would I look forward to such an...unknown? Is that not meaningless? Or meaningful desperation? We do it because it is not natural to suffer. I know, I know. This might sound like some easy mother nature summary, and if you believe in that then do so without fear, but it is not what I do. It is tied to one of my core philosophies. That everyone is, or was, at one point, moral. It is an observation been made by other yes, but to me it is highly relevant because I had a eureka moment upom realising how true and undeniable it was to my green eyes. It is our foundation. All start moral and clear, wanting to live and full of health (Mentally.)

Other philosophers may have put it in fancier wording, (I never got around to finishing this. I still can but will post as is, for now.