A place of musing, and sadness, and reflection, all interspersed with moments of sheer and pure joy, but with an ever-present undercurrent of loneliness, for at the end of the day, all I want is to be wanted.
So I was shooting on this roof earlier and this couple randomly comes out from that door and are playing and running to and from each other for like 20 minutes. They looked like little kids, It was so cute I wanted to cry.
I am rather bored, and going to uni inside of a week, so this is probably the last time I’ll do one of these in a while:
The reason we haven’t been able to develop a solution in middle eastern conflicts is because we’re not willing to go to extreme enough lengths. I guarantee that if a full scale invasion of Iraq and Syria was committed to, with a policy of flaying alive and then beheading anyone who resisted, along with any family members they could be linked to, while providing humanitarian aid to those who co-operated, things would be over in a year or two. Oh, and if anyone in a village/town etc. behaved as if they were co-operating during the day and then fought as an insurgent during the night, we shouldn’t be half-arsed about it; everyone there should be crucified. Then you give the next village one chance to turn over any insurgents, and if there are attacks after that, you crucify everyone there too. Rinse and repeat until enough people have died and seen their families die horrific deaths that they realise resistance is pointless. And if they don’t, kill them all.
Of course, this is illegal, and the acts involved would constitute immorality on the level of genocide, but it would end the conflict.
While the above suggestions aren’t really viable, I do think a greater level of brutality needs to be brought against combatants. They torture and execute Western journalists? Torture and execute them. Only do it slower. And then broadcast everywhere in the area what was done, and what will be done, and that it won’t stop until every avowed enemy of the west has been butchered.
We live in a society unparalleled in it’s success, freedom, and equality throughout history - that is worth defending, and is something that should be extended to those who live everywhere. If the means to do that are cruel and from an older time, so be it. There will be time enough to rewrite the conventions on warfare after those who threaten this society have been destroyed.
"Why did you come to KC? Was it because you thought maybe you’d see me, or because you were genuinely interested in seeing it?" "Honestly, maybe 90/10."
That was bullshit. Why else would I have come here? I came looking for you.
So, I had a crown put on the front tooth that was nearly knocked out in 2012 today. And it’s only a temporary one until the 16th of July, or possibly earlier if they can make up the semi-temporary crown faster, but it’s left me feeling, if I’m honest, really insecure. It’s really bulky, and it doesn’t fit the space properly, so there’s a gap between my two front teeth now, and the colour on the temporary doesn’t match my other teeth so it stands out too, and it’s just really fucking with me.
When I was a kid in school, my teeth weren’t good, and they were quite yellow, and I remember getting teased about them, and since then I’ve spent a lot of time, and my parents have spent a lot of money, getting them good. I’ve used whitening toothpaste for about 3-4 years, and my teeth are now a light shade. Even my dead incisor didn’t look too bad, although it was clearly discoloured. I had my braces for about a year and a half, and because my teeth weren’t objectively that bad, my mum paid for me to have them done privately for about 2000-3000 pounds, which is obviously a shit-ton of money, and something I’m very lucky she could afford.
And yet now, despite all this, I now have a tooth that is not the right colour, stands out noticeably, and best of all, is so large that I cannot get my mouthguard on at night. Which means quite possibly not being able to wear the only thing stopping my teeth from going out of shape again for 3 weeks. Which means that my teeth probably will go out of shape - hell, they’ll probably be out within half a week - and multiple thousands of pounds will have been wasted on them. As a bonus, that means shit teeth throughout uni more than likely, and because (as I’ve already said) my teeth play a major part in my perception of how I look, I’ll probably revert to having no confidence in my appearance, and as a knock on of that little confidence in meeting new people, so it’ll probably be a case of billy-no-friends for 4 years.
Oh, and the real icing on the cake is that because the tories changed the rules on compensation, I don’t get anything from having been punched in the face by some random cunt, and because I couldn’t identify the guy, he got off scot free.
Everything just feels like fucking bullshit right now.