For some it means everything, for others it’s just something that you need to live. I sit somewhere in the middle. I will always go by the adage that I will try everything once, twice if I like it.
My relationship with food started when I could actually choose what I could eat, and not something that my old dear mother would throw together. It wasn’t her fault, she is actually not a bad cook at all, but when you cook for many, under time limitations, things do tended to get a bit repetitive.
Individuality is perhaps one of the greatest of human pursuits. What a sad and drab planet this would be if we were all endowed with the same minds same physical appearance the same everything, now imagine a planet populated by beings that are indistinguishable. No male no female. Everybody communicates in the same way, no funny accents or even any kind of inflection. Screw it, these beings would communicate with their minds it would be far easier to deal with new ideas, oh wait there can not be any new ideas, as they are all the same and everyone would have had that idea at the same time.
It’s the Olympics time on this planet of sameness; there would be no winners or losers as they are all the same. A trip to the cinema would leave you confused as to who the hero of villain would be; again there could be no such thing. Would there be work, as we know it? Surely somebody would have to empty the piss out of the shoes after some frightening experience, mop up the vomit when sick? Nope, “either they all do it or not”.
Is Main Street just one big tobacco and booze, sunglasses and makeup retail flop? I see more shops closing down and not being reopened as anything worthwhile.
Or course we have electronics shops, they have always been there, but as a man who owns at least six working cameras I do not think I need anymore. Besides that, tax free of not, most of the goods can be bought cheaper online.
It seems obvious that recession is hitting our retail sector, but even then, we don’t see none of the deals that would entice shoppers to spend what little extra cash we have hidden in our mattress.
Isn’t it nice to have an extra hour of daylight in the evenings? Although, sometimes the confusion of the change in time can be a little too much for some. After speaking to my own mother, who is I might add, of sound mind and only just reaching her sixties this year, I pondered how complicated or daunting this really is.
It’s Sunday morning, she wakes up, decides that THIS Sunday she is going to mass at her local church. So she gets up, gets ready and off she goes, arriving at the church just as mass finishes… That’s right mom, clock’s went forward an hour…
All men are lying cheats and bastards, not my view, but then again, I am a man.
No, this broad and absolutist view of men was uttered by a woman and seconded by at least 4 more.
So what have we done to deserve to be tarred with such horrid and indiscriminate appellation? Well it seems to me that it’s due to the lady in question having been hurt by a man and her friends having had the same experiences.
