Angry

Angry

My daughter says that I only write (rant) when I am sad or angry. She has a point, I haven’t typed out my thoughts in a while, so obviously, I have been in my happy place. Today I feel let’s say emotional. Because that is all that anger is right? It is an emotion that makes you feel something deeply, something that inspires you to get your perspective off of your chest; to say your bit or in many cases lose your shit.

What induced these negative thoughts I know you are wondering? Was it the fact that the leaders of our great country were partying the summer away, whilst threatening the minions with fines and allsorts if we ventured anywhere near our own flesh and blood or dared to have any kind of fun little soirees of our own? We actually had an outdoor birthday party on our drive for two very excited eleven-year-olds that included a camper van that sold cocktails and a visit from the police! Sorry neighbours nothing to see here, it was all above board. Maybe we should create a special branch called the fun police?

Obviously, the sheer abuse of power and entitlement does bother me, but in truth, I am not surprised and have seen too many reports (not on the news) about their fake photo opportunity nonsensical antics. I have been vocalising my opinions on the corruption and dishonesty of the ones in charge so much, I am boring people. “Oh mum you don’t have to get so annoyed about everything” quote. But I do, don’t I? See I am not a robot I am a human being a sensitive one at that and for my sins, I love fairness and truth, It would be easier if I could care less but I can’t. Maybe going along with the madness is easier than seeing through it and praying for it to unravel, I think it slowly is.

If I see something and my whole body screams that isn’t right it makes no sense (I know that my thoughts are just my way of looking at the world, doesn’t mean they are true) surely I have to say something, don’t I? Especially in times when information and facts are becoming more and more censored. I want to be uncensored and partake in healthy debates especially with the people I love most. I guess what I really want is not just for people to agree with me; because that is never going to happen and that is a good thing, we are not sheep, we are individuals with our own minds.

But I would like them just to be curious and to question. In life, if somebody is asking you to do something, question the motives of that person and question your own motives that bring you to your choice. Because we make a hell of a lot of choices that aren’t always based on what we truly want or what is best for us. Our bodies and minds are the only things we will take with us to the grave. Keep them free from toxicity if you can. Value your body more. Value yourself more.

It may often feel like we are owned by our spouse, parents, children, church, employers, school, powers that be… the list is endless, many people stake claims on us our whole lives, make demands and have expectations, suggest what we should and shouldn’t do. Some people might like that, they might be happy to be coerced and controlled, it is polite and you are a good person if you are seen to be complying and not causing a fuss. No one likes the rebel, the trouble maker they are considered the nuisance loud and obnoxious for not toeing the line, stupid even. That is the narrative, critical thinking is not recommended.

I am way way up there in the straight department, I won’t bore you with my list of never have I evers, we might just be here all day! I tick all the boxes for being a perfect citizen. But I can’t just agree to things that appear to be right, when my gut is telling me something else. I won’t just do as I am told like a good little Mandy. I won’t be enticed or blackmailed with the promise of a holiday or job as my reward and I am saddened that others think that kind of manipulative behaviour is acceptable. Isn’t freedom a human right?

I can’t be led by greedy grubby men and women that show less decency than the slugs that munched on my dahlias last summer. Is integrity a thing of the past, have we lost our moral compass. I can’t sit back and watch the taxes we pay be distributed so unfairly and not want to scream this is wrong! I don’t think it is ok that the rich are getting stupid rich and the poor are starving. I can’t send my precious son off to school for the day where he can’t breathe freely anymore and not be agitated by that fact. I could easily lie and say he is exempt but I hate lying and I don’t want him to lie either. That’s me full of bloody principles. Mostly more than anything I don’t want to be identified as a QR code and in a world where it is fashionable to be able to identify as whatever the hell you want I say that with honesty. Like I said earlier I am a human, not a robot.

Anyway, what really made me angry was discovering that those cute little colourful fruity vapes that all the cool kids are addicted to are the equivalent of smoking fifty good old fashioned fags! Not only do they get you hooked on the dreaded nicotine they destroy your lungs and rot your teeth, thank God all the youngsters these days want veneers and implants otherwise dentures it is. You can purchase these multi-coloured pacifiers for the bargain price of a fiver. The ironic thing is that for the sake of saving our children’s teeth fluoride will soon be added to our water supply, so thoughtful and caring. Research how bad that is for you, thank goodness for bottled water.

We live in a world where making the unhealthy choice is very accessible and acceptable, who am I to judge if my sixteen year old wants to suck on a brightly coloured piece of plastic, or my twelve-year-old is addicted to tik-tok. Actually, I got my own mother addicted to Outlander so we are all just gullible fools addicted to something. But surely some products just shouldn’t be available in the first place? You know the ones that really do have absolutely no other purpose than to destroy lungs and teeth or at least let’s not make them so enticing.

We are encouraged to be offended by one of the world’s fittest athletes making the choice to treat his body as the sacred holy temple that it is, to think he is the selfish fool; the world is topsy turvy right now. It is difficult to resist the very tempting things that aren’t particularly good for our health. We humans are weak, we overlook the warnings of diseased organs and harm to our babies and carry on with our vices. Prescription medication may have side effects as long as your arm but if it can mask the problem I’m sure there will be another pill to combat the side effect and the cycle goes on. This behaviour is encouraged because it makes money, and money makes the world go round. We seem to get less healthy both physically and mentally with every decade. Maybe we need a new approach.

In a world that is full of very tempting things that aren’t particularly good for our health, I applaud anyone that is able to resist. It is not easy.
Be healthy, show yourself some love. And don’t be afraid to feel things it’s what humans do.

Amanda x