On Confused People

Okay so this is the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Maybe it's mean but it just makes me giggle seeing confused people.

But looook it's actually adorable how adorable they are:

We weren't directly influenced by British neo-Nazis because we realize that the extremists in the UK don't like Asian people. We just took the slogan "blood and honor" to demonstrate our identity.

We just took the slogan "blood and honor" to demonstrate our identity.

Sorry what.

Okay see so coexistence is a big question right. It separates identity from harmony, unfortunately distancing tradition and people-getting-along. In the modern world, especially one dominated by the contemporary western conception of progress, one tends to forget about tradition and identity. Which sounds funny and ironic, but is perhaps more of a generalisation than a stretch of truth.

The question is where should we draw the line? Where's the compromise? Where's the sacrifice?

And in the end if it even benefits us.

How To Tie A Noose

Okay because I'm telling you all about my life I'm going to include how-tos because I'm cool.
Today, I'll be teaching you how to make a noose woot

This is what it's meant to look like.

Okay so what you do is get a piece of rope about x3 the length of your forearm - I'm taking liberties and tying it with hemp string, in a much smaller scale, as that's all I have on me (don't ask) and fold it in half, like this:

Then you fold one side over about 2/3 of its length like this:

Take the long end and wrap it around the other end of the string (fold the end in the coil though, as it might fray) sort of like this:

Continueeeeeeee and then when you get to the end thread the end through the little loop:

And there you have it - the finished product 

Lookkkkk me chillin with mah noose :3

My outfit:

Cherry coke t-shirt - Tar-jay 

Black skirt - H&M

Steel blue scarf - Max&Co

Cheap tights - some cheap store somewhere

I think I'm getting quite good at this outfit thing.

Oh wait are you meant to be able to see it oops well oops.

Also please don't judge it's packing week I'm a hobo don't have any clothes.

Sillyness

Okay so apparently people are meant to blog about their lives and clothes and stuff are and I should do that or something. 

Turns out people don't like to listen to angst because that's boring. 

Okay well. Um.

20 days till Christmas woot

Today I opened the fifth door on my advent calendar and found a chocolate inside wooot and ^ that's what it looked like.

Well, that's what it was so um yeh.

My outfit: 

Striped shirt - school shop

Dark blue jumper - school shop

Black blazer - H&M

Black brogues - Office 

Fascinating!

Now bye lovelies I'll try to post more about my life and clothes and makeup or lack thereof soon.

On Life

I want to talk.

I want to talk about the world, about you and me and we are free and we can do whatever we like; and whatever we want, and nothing else matters.

And perhaps that’s true.

The world is a curious construct: the ethical world, like any other, is a single one-dimensional scale is a constant struggle between your self on one end and what you perceive to be everything else on the other. With this then comes everything else. 

But it’s not really like that, is it, you ask. It’s identity versus society, it’s personality versus responsibility...the list goes on.

Well, I suppose none of that was wrong. 

But look again, and you’ll see that it’s transformed, and the question now is not whether you care about you more than you care about everything else. It is clear now that you are the center of this world and it’s a matter off which benefits you more.

We are selfish people.

We do not help others if we do not gain from it.

It’s not just a matter of physical and material gain. We’re talking ideology and satisfaction and egos here.

It’s all up to priorities, I suppose. Is personal philosophical satisfaction worth just this little bit of pain or money or time?

But when you’re lost, you don’t have a response to that. 

But perhaps, circularly, having a clear idea in your head your priorities is what gives you identity?

So I don’t know who I am, and I hope you do.

Do you, do you?

I want someone to tell me who I am.

No. Perhaps, I don’t just want to talk: 

I want to be heard.

Would you listen to me?

And If You're Still Breathing

In Book VI of the Iliad, Glaukon says to Diomedes, ‘As is the generation of leaves, so is that of humanity. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the live timber burgeons with leaves again in the season of spring returning. So one generation of men will grow while another dies.’

Now is the season of dying men in this part of the world that knows no summer.

I’m discontent. I’m jumpy. And I get palpitations just thinking of what is yet to come. 

And I shiver at the approaching cold.

Maybe it’s just the time of year, but I’m personally feeling quite down. School starts up again in a week, and it’s not that I don’t like it. But I’m bad with change and I like what I have, right now, en ce moment, and I’m not at school now.

And I don’t want anything to change, so I don’t want school to come please thanks.

I feel like I haven’t done anything all summer for it to be gone already. 

Scratch that - I feel like I haven’t done anything at all this year for it to have just disappeared with the snap of my fingers.

But yet-

A year ago, I wouldn’t have done half the things I’m doing now.

Clichéd as it sounds, I am a different person today. 

What have I done to incite such a change?

Nothing.

Nothing. And everything.

I still want to do so many things, and to be so many different people, but our time is limited. 

We, man, like to think that we owe ourselves choice, and that our lives are blank slates to be painted on, and that we’ll always do what’s best for us. 

But Brute, thy honourable mettle might yet be wrought, and even in the land of mortals we have no say in what the Moirai deal us.

And oh my, they have thrown me quite a number of curveballs recently. I mean, I’m not very pleased with them at all, so let’s change the metaphor and say that believe me, the Moirai have upped their game and chucked a few footballs at me.

I’m in the wrong place, wrong time, and I don’t know how to play this new game.

I might be exaggerating.

I’d like to think I’m alright, and that I did okay for a novice.

But not knowing beforehand is never an excuse is it. It’s less about having a plan and more about trudging through our strings as we’re forced along it and just trying not to reach the end and fall off.

I would say that I know more about myself now. And that’s good right? Bright sides, silver linings, and all.

But am I any less lost than before?

And two comes before one and the omega might not be the first but he is the last and the sun sets and the moon giggles and she thinks she has it all, and a cat mewls at home and a bat screeches though nobody can hear him.

But come morning, Helios chases his sister away, and the dog barks at the cat who stole his basket, but the haughty cat triumphs, and a car rushes by, and people talk on phones and- everything.

Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.