Breaks refresh us. They certainly refresh me anyway.
Even for someone who is a quite avid workaholic to the point that I can easily burn myself out, breaks represent a chance to catch my breath, see new things and (hopefully) catch up with some friends.
A few days catching up with a man who is part friend, part brother I never had, followed by getting engaged to the woman of my dreams, spending a week showing her my home town, my parents and walking everywhere recharged my batteries massively.
Now that I’m further up north (which to a southerner like me is anywhere past Avon ) exploring such places as Louth and Cleethorpes, with people who tell me all about the history of the the area, well…I’m positively buzzing.
Being the sort of person who is driven by the new, it’s my idea of heaven. Projects are falling out of the drawers and I’m enjoying all the energy that comes from persuing and completing them.
In fact, fingers crossed, by next year I’ll have a short out and published and be working on an anthology, along with a few other things that I can’t talk about right now (look through my post history though and you may find a few clues) that I’m simply humbled to be a part of.
I’m a bit rubbish at letting people know about these things, but if you follow me on Twitter (@reecemjones) I’ll try to share them when they are up.
Here’s to the future. Last time I typed those words my life fell twice. I’m hoping this time for better.
That’s all we can hope for in life.
Because sometimes it’s good to know why people do horrible things.
The world is a horrible place and everyone is a mixture of unrelentingly horrible, cruel or cynical. Those who aren’t are hopelessly nieve and are preyed upon by the first group of feckless individuals. And then there is the third group, who are ‘just mad or evil’*.
So now the preliminaries are out of the way and the two extremist viewpoints are defined, lined up in opposition like armies on a battlefield, let’s talk about the small town that will be crushed between them. Full of the rest of us.
I can only speak for myself, but I think a good selection of us know that no matter how much Martin from accounting may seem like an evil bastard, we know he isn’t inherently evil. He’s just some fuck with an obsession with numbers and Dolly Parton that manifests itself in ways that jive with you.
And so it is with most people. Whilst some are genuinely just malicious most just have an underlying issue, be it one of health, environment or circumstance. Now it doesn’t always matter a skerrick if that is the case, nor are you indebted to try and find out if Martin is a prick** because of some deepseated fear of women.
Which brings us to this lovely comment
Now I don’t know about this case much. It seems most people don’t and the media is doing its best to just make it up because, damn journalistic integrity today. But it would just like to add this; if this person’s actions were down to poor mental health that was never diagnosed, how could anyone know? Many with health issues never display them openly, or can pass convincingly for a while. Close family rarely pick up on it, other than after the fact saying ‘there was always something odd’ to try and absolve themselves.
Does it matter why he did this? Yes. Does it matter in the end? Perhaps. Is he an arsehole? Probably.
But the media jumping to conclusions to paint another person who does a horrific act as “another one of those nutters” doesn’t help anyone. Neither does the bleating of the peanut gallery.
Of which I’m one of them I guess.
Now let me tell you more about that dickhead Martin.
*I think sociopath is back in as the sexy term for them. All thanks to the new showrunner of Star Trek.
** At this point I have to say #NotAllMartins. If only because I have am uncle with that name. Who isn’t a prick. But the Martin bringing the rest of you all down? You know who you are.
Just quick, two minute sketches.
Just some thoughts by someone smarter than I on immediate steps to take for people, now we’ve had a few days to let Brexit settle in.
So Thursday happened, people voted for rainy fascism island to become irrelevant rainy fascism island. My timeline is full of racist and xenophobic attacks and everyone I know who can leave the country is doing so. Oh and labour MPs are attacking their leader rather than trying to improve things for their constituents, showing that the mendacious selfishness of Gove, Cameron and Johnson applies to them too.
Brexit happened, its encouraging violence, and companies are already pulling out, job losses are already happening, ref2 ignores that this is one genie we cannot put back in the bottle, and delay right now is only going to make things worse. So what do we need?
We need someone leading the tories, we need pressure on this to happen immediately, banking jobs need not be lost if the negotiation team where already in place ensuring that UK based banks could still operate…
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