Hello World, it has been a while. So much has happened since my last post. In my world, as with the whole world. Where should I even start?
I guess I will start with something bright before I get down to the nitty gritty. Now this is something not many might know, I have kept it out of all social media for the simple reason as to keeping it to a select few (and Facebook does not need to know everything, now do they?). Anywho, drum roll please! I got married!
Yes my fellow bloggers, I took the plunge! Got me my own set of ball and chains, as some might say. It has been over 5 months now and I must say, nothing much has really changed. We like to call each other husband and wife, I took on his name and he went into a better tax class. That’s about it. But you know what? That is just fine and dandy with me! Why you might ask?
Well, because we were and still are extremely happy together. I guess that is the benefit of marrying your best friend. I still wake up every morning, look at him and smile. No, scratch that. The was totally romanticising it. I truly hate mornings, so there is no way I will be smiling when I get ripped out of my lovely dream state. It’s the nights that do it for me. The time I pretty much look forward to the whole day. Once we finally get into our comfy bed and are just…together. At that moment, all the crap from the day, all the stress and worries just melt away. Us together like that makes everything better.
So after all that warm and gushiness, I will proceed onto the not so happy stuff. As some of you may know from my earlier (yet few) posts, I am very politically opinionated. So there are some things, of course, that I cannot let go. Paris. Now I won’t go into the specifics, I am guessing that everyone who reads blogs naturally has access to the internet and are not hermits who have never heard of the attacks. So let me cut straight the chase. It is not okay to generalise. It makes me sick to my stomach to see the nastiness that I have either read or heard that has come from this attack. It is NOT okay to blame the refugees, this is the same terror they are fleeing from. If anything, we should be more ready to help them, seeing we have now experienced (on a very small scale) what they have seen and been through. If people are fleeing the only home they know, you can not turn your backs on them. It is NOT okay to blame Islam. Just because the terrorist group has Islamic State in their name, does not mean they represent all Islamists. Or is it okay to blame all Christians for what happened in their history? Give me a break. I know people love to have scapegoats, but it’s crap. It is just feeding the hate that is tearing the world apart. Hate will never get us any where good.
Bombing (insert country name here) isn’t the solution either. This isn’t a whole country doing this, these are a select few from all over the world. Bombing supposed terrorist camps might kill a couple of them for now, but I bet you, by killing civilians (which will always happen, which is not okay by the way) there will just be more springing up in their places. I don’t understand why people keep forgetting history.
No, I do not have a solution to rid the world of these acts of hate. But I do know we have to find a LONG TERM SOLUTION to prevent future hate groups from forming (and it is NOT more surveillance and data mining!!!). Try education for one. People who join these groups most likely do not have the best education at hand. They are being fed information that convince them that all western countries are evil. If people in these poorer countries are given a real education, an open and unbiased education, I will bet you that there would not be as many people ready to join them. I have always said that right education is the answer to a lot of the worlds problems.
Okay. I got that out of me. I’m sorry to those of you whom have gotten this far that this post is so long and…rollercoasty. But to be completely honest…this is kinda how it always is in my head. Scatterbrained. Too many thoughts all the time. Weight of the world on my shoulders kind of thing. Which is exhausting, but it makes me feel more connected. I am grateful that I am sensitive, emotional perhaps, because I have seen how easily people are numbed. It really isn’t a way I would want to exist.
Till another 5 months!
Just kidding, I will really try this time to keep this up.