Ok so i seen some people on tv writing about themselves and thought I would give it a bash; after all, if there is one thing in this world that we all know most about it's ourselves.
My name is John Patrick Kevin Morris (do not slag, I did not choose this name). I am 22 and aging like a prune in the sun! I was born in a small mining town called Blantyre in the outskirts of Glasgow and soon moved to a village called Wishaw where I attended Castle Hill Primary School with my sister Maryanne.
When I was around 7; my parents divorced and I moved around a lot over the duration on 5 or so years, having to make new friends and feel comfortable in new surroundings.
Simultaneously I was missing my family and friends, missing my comfort zone and the feeling of being settled (an anxiety that has never left me since).
My father was very proud of me; pushing and motivating me to do my best and always achieve higher than my own expectations. A trait which has also remained for the most part.
When I was 11, I moved to Edinburgh (a city that at the time I thought to be in another country). I attended Craigroyston Community High School and developed a close passion for music along with many other interests. These included; science, Wicca, cultures, language and anything unusual.
I became friends with a lot of people during my time at craigie, none of which have ended entirely to this day. Some of my school friends have now became my adult friends. How strange it seems to reminisce about the younger days where we had to hide behind the lunch hall to have a smoke, thought it was funny to wind up teachers and thought that the most important thing in the world was our image and how people perceived it. Now as an adult; my views on what is important and how I act are so alien to the me only 6 years ago. Strange really; I sound like my parents (something that 16 year old John would have abhorred).
But the days have gone by quicker than I could have imagined and this is purely to do with looking back on the years past, the me just now thinks John at 30 is miles away...we'll see what he says in 8 years!
If there was one way I could describe myself (as in how I feel generally) it is a mixture of wild optimism, fear of the future, in constant need of something new and hesitant to feel relaxed with my life. I hope that some day I will achieve whatever it is I am looking for; because I have no idea what that is!
I now live in a flat on Easter Road with my best friend Kirstie and still speak to many of my friends; including one of my very first Emma who has since ventured into Glasgow. I have a car and a good job, my aspirations are to earn good money, enjoy my life as much as possible and find someone to share this life with.
I understand that to most people this all sounds boring but to me it was important to get it out.
In the future I hope to start the job which will lead me to my future, one which I can almost taste and know is within my grasp. Apart from that; I am aiming to get a little buff, have some good times with my friends, do some travelling and get laid at some point soon.
Right thats me done with my rant, god what a boring bugger I am!
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Thursday, 1 September 2011
System crash
Grrrrrr
looking for a flat to rent is hard, looking for one within reasonable price range is even more so!
How funny it must seem to the pointless wastes of space dole spongers (with the exception of those who either try to find work or are too ill to do so; and I don't mean those who sneezed 6 months ago and suddenly proclaimed they were too ill to work).
I'm really angered and frustrated that someone who pays tax is unable to use the service they pay for. Even worse, those who do not pay for it are given everything under the sun to help them along the poor souls life. Free rent, free council tax, subsidized energy, emergency funding when essentials are broken or damaged and a wee bonus if you just pop out a couple of brats. And if you CHOOSE to poison yourself with drugs or alcohol, you get even more free money!
As if that wasn't a slap in the face, try getting a second job to pay for other things in your life only to be met by 40% tax; but of course the fact that you gain a second job means that the cost of living is suddenly higher and so the poor sould need more of my money to survive.
No matter who you complain to, who agrees with you; this will always be the way. The working/studying and more importantly DECENT people who try to make a living will always be screwed over by the system they are slaves to. And don't bother voting, you probably won't get the time off work (though the spongers will) and even if you do, all parties are the same. Best just aim to be so rich that you can do whatever you like and then you can make up the rules, tell everyone else tough luck and laugh as the stupid worker ants work till death separates them from their pitiful, pointless, never ending meaningless experience of live.
In fact, don't bother dying either, it costs just as much as living and comes with just as much bitter dissatisfaction.
looking for a flat to rent is hard, looking for one within reasonable price range is even more so!
How funny it must seem to the pointless wastes of space dole spongers (with the exception of those who either try to find work or are too ill to do so; and I don't mean those who sneezed 6 months ago and suddenly proclaimed they were too ill to work).
I'm really angered and frustrated that someone who pays tax is unable to use the service they pay for. Even worse, those who do not pay for it are given everything under the sun to help them along the poor souls life. Free rent, free council tax, subsidized energy, emergency funding when essentials are broken or damaged and a wee bonus if you just pop out a couple of brats. And if you CHOOSE to poison yourself with drugs or alcohol, you get even more free money!
As if that wasn't a slap in the face, try getting a second job to pay for other things in your life only to be met by 40% tax; but of course the fact that you gain a second job means that the cost of living is suddenly higher and so the poor sould need more of my money to survive.
No matter who you complain to, who agrees with you; this will always be the way. The working/studying and more importantly DECENT people who try to make a living will always be screwed over by the system they are slaves to. And don't bother voting, you probably won't get the time off work (though the spongers will) and even if you do, all parties are the same. Best just aim to be so rich that you can do whatever you like and then you can make up the rules, tell everyone else tough luck and laugh as the stupid worker ants work till death separates them from their pitiful, pointless, never ending meaningless experience of live.
In fact, don't bother dying either, it costs just as much as living and comes with just as much bitter dissatisfaction.
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Women of 2011
Watching Geordie shore has inspired me to write about the complete mess women (and men) have put themselves into.
What drives someone to staining there skin the colour of a tangerine?
What drives someone to augment their boobs to the size of my belly?
What drives men to spend all their time and money buffing up the temporary 6 pack and tweezing their eyebrows?
Time for a revamp in mankind I think. Lets get back to the dressing where you are at least partially covered up (nobody wants to see your labia hanging out of your skimpy undies hen, nobody wants to see your trousers hanging at your arse lads...invest in a belt.
I think that most of this tanorexic, 6 packing, uber sexy culture is encouraged by celebrities. Suddenly women are ''burds'' and men are ''moneybags''. Not that these roles can't be reversed.
GET A GRIP, GET SOME UNDERWEAR AND LADS...GET SOME BALLS. Enough playing about with your sisters fake bake, tweezers and 3 step dove skin treatment set!
What drives someone to staining there skin the colour of a tangerine?
What drives someone to augment their boobs to the size of my belly?
What drives men to spend all their time and money buffing up the temporary 6 pack and tweezing their eyebrows?
Time for a revamp in mankind I think. Lets get back to the dressing where you are at least partially covered up (nobody wants to see your labia hanging out of your skimpy undies hen, nobody wants to see your trousers hanging at your arse lads...invest in a belt.
I think that most of this tanorexic, 6 packing, uber sexy culture is encouraged by celebrities. Suddenly women are ''burds'' and men are ''moneybags''. Not that these roles can't be reversed.
GET A GRIP, GET SOME UNDERWEAR AND LADS...GET SOME BALLS. Enough playing about with your sisters fake bake, tweezers and 3 step dove skin treatment set!
Sunday, 28 August 2011
The ocean
Ok so I've succomed to blogging about mushy, emotional, lovey rubbish but I feel I must express.
The ocean is an unforgiving, cold and dangerous place to be. The water tastes bitter and many have lost their souls to it. If you dare venture into its vast and beautiful scenery, be prepared to come out a changed man.
Love is like this ocean, bitter and cold, ever changing and unexpected. Although I have never experienced love (as much as i have never experienced the vast open ocean), I know it is out there and has an internal magnetism like the great force of nature that is the ocean.
During the past couple of months I have experienced a sample of this ocean. My emotions have been high; like the waves, unstoppable and powerful, but also low and calm; lying in wait for the next rush.
Having emotions for someone is difficult, it clouds your judgement, your sense of self and makes you act differently.
I now find myself single, lonely and without love. For all the years I have been content with life solitary, having a small taste of the salty sea makes me want even more. Though I know it will make me sick; I can't help but remembering how addictive that water tastes.
For all my supposed good looks and witty charm, it is worth nothing to have someone lying by my side in the morning, or greeting me as I come home from work. Someone who can touch and hold me, understand me and confirm that I am worth something. That I am not fast food, simple, cheap but ultimately not good in the long term.
Have you ever felt so alone that everyone else seems to be in pairs? Everyone holding hands walking down the street, couples you see through a restaurant window staring into each others eyes. Even the god damn birds in the trees are in love.
I will keep searching for that one person, love doesn't find you, it must be found.
The ocean is an unforgiving, cold and dangerous place to be. The water tastes bitter and many have lost their souls to it. If you dare venture into its vast and beautiful scenery, be prepared to come out a changed man.
Love is like this ocean, bitter and cold, ever changing and unexpected. Although I have never experienced love (as much as i have never experienced the vast open ocean), I know it is out there and has an internal magnetism like the great force of nature that is the ocean.
During the past couple of months I have experienced a sample of this ocean. My emotions have been high; like the waves, unstoppable and powerful, but also low and calm; lying in wait for the next rush.
Having emotions for someone is difficult, it clouds your judgement, your sense of self and makes you act differently.
I now find myself single, lonely and without love. For all the years I have been content with life solitary, having a small taste of the salty sea makes me want even more. Though I know it will make me sick; I can't help but remembering how addictive that water tastes.
For all my supposed good looks and witty charm, it is worth nothing to have someone lying by my side in the morning, or greeting me as I come home from work. Someone who can touch and hold me, understand me and confirm that I am worth something. That I am not fast food, simple, cheap but ultimately not good in the long term.
Have you ever felt so alone that everyone else seems to be in pairs? Everyone holding hands walking down the street, couples you see through a restaurant window staring into each others eyes. Even the god damn birds in the trees are in love.
I will keep searching for that one person, love doesn't find you, it must be found.
Monday, 22 August 2011
Goodbye blog virginity
Here goes the first blog; it will probably lack a point but like life, whats the f****ng point.
Started the year off pretty well; I always have a plan at the start of the year.
1. Get a mouthwatering body - 7 months later, 300 protein shakes, 10,000 crunches, quick check in the mirror...nope, still not looking like the cast of the O.C. Oh well screw it, a 6 pack must be either an illusion or a hobby for really single men who sweat collectively in a gym, shower naked with each other and think that a 10,000km run constitutes a great weekend...GAY!!!
2. Tell people i'm gay (or as cliche calls it, 'coming out') - started with friends who were not so surprised; damn thought my years of hiding and acting were working! Told family who also already knew...ok so i'm starting to think that all this worry and panic was for nothing.
3. Move out of parents home - Found one on Easter Road and decided to share with a friend; warning to those in a similar situation, living with friends is not easy - you disagree, you argue and usually destroy what used to be a great relationship. Plus you learn that bills come every month, cooking a healthy meal takes too long and that the ironing/washing fairy does not visit Easter Road.
4. Get a better job - currently work as a bank teller, have no idea what I want to do in the future but know it doesn't involve counting money which you can't spend, sell products that no one wants and take abuse from people who complain about things to which I have no control over.
5. Find love - over 20 dates in 4 months, a few one night stands and de-crabbing later only to discover love is a code word for ''I want a blowjob''. Best just aim for finding someone who doesn't entirely annoy you, carry infestation and does not weigh that much they have there own gravitational field.
6. Get new image - couldn't be bothered looking for new styles, replacing whole wardrobe or even stepping foot in a clothes shop. Resulted in my new image being born by accident; it's called nutahateshoppin, everyone has adapted it with there sweatpants, joggys with Ugg boots and stupid messy out of bed hair.
Well i will probably update this randomly, any requests on what to blog would be most welcome.
Started the year off pretty well; I always have a plan at the start of the year.
1. Get a mouthwatering body - 7 months later, 300 protein shakes, 10,000 crunches, quick check in the mirror...nope, still not looking like the cast of the O.C. Oh well screw it, a 6 pack must be either an illusion or a hobby for really single men who sweat collectively in a gym, shower naked with each other and think that a 10,000km run constitutes a great weekend...GAY!!!
2. Tell people i'm gay (or as cliche calls it, 'coming out') - started with friends who were not so surprised; damn thought my years of hiding and acting were working! Told family who also already knew...ok so i'm starting to think that all this worry and panic was for nothing.
3. Move out of parents home - Found one on Easter Road and decided to share with a friend; warning to those in a similar situation, living with friends is not easy - you disagree, you argue and usually destroy what used to be a great relationship. Plus you learn that bills come every month, cooking a healthy meal takes too long and that the ironing/washing fairy does not visit Easter Road.
4. Get a better job - currently work as a bank teller, have no idea what I want to do in the future but know it doesn't involve counting money which you can't spend, sell products that no one wants and take abuse from people who complain about things to which I have no control over.
5. Find love - over 20 dates in 4 months, a few one night stands and de-crabbing later only to discover love is a code word for ''I want a blowjob''. Best just aim for finding someone who doesn't entirely annoy you, carry infestation and does not weigh that much they have there own gravitational field.
6. Get new image - couldn't be bothered looking for new styles, replacing whole wardrobe or even stepping foot in a clothes shop. Resulted in my new image being born by accident; it's called nutahateshoppin, everyone has adapted it with there sweatpants, joggys with Ugg boots and stupid messy out of bed hair.
Well i will probably update this randomly, any requests on what to blog would be most welcome.
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