A Rant

As you probably guessed from the title, if you have a modicum of intelligence, this blog is going to just be one big rant of things I disagree with, as I don't have much to write about in my life these days.

Point number 1, to any of you who watch Geordie Shore, and follow on Twitter, you may have seen Gaz offering to "follow girls who tweet him pictures of their bum." My qualm is not with him (mainly because I could search all day and still not find logic as to why someone who pulls pretty much every night he goes out would act in such desperation) but with the girls who have been foolish enough to tweet their pictures. What is him following you really going to achieve in life? You have lost all self-respect to gain a 'celebrity' Twitter follower. Congratulations, I hope your parents are proud of this massive achievement and the ways in which you have gone about it. The things people do for 'fame' is really beyond belief. As Andy Warhol once said, "everyone will be famous for 15 minutes."

Point number 2, ignorance. Whether it be ignorance in the form of not saying thank you when you hold the door open, not using the word please, not texting back etc. Common courtesy, simple manners. Hardly any effort is required, please afford the effort I have given you, you ignorant shit. Or may it be ignorance to a situation. Stop pretending you don't know what's going on, because you do, and why you feel the need to play dumb baffles me beyond belief. Just for the record, if you're reading this point and thinking "he's talking about me here", I'm not talking about anyone in specific, but if you think I am talking about you, then chances are you've obviously fallen foul of my evidently high standards of mannerisms because you're feeling guilty. Either that, or you're ridiculously self-absorbed and need to realise the world does not revolve around you.

Point number 3, Piers Morgan. Everything about the man irritates me, from his arrogance to his sheer narcissism and condescension, and especially his football knowledge, or lack thereof. But I'll leave him for now, otherwise this entry will be too long to read.

Point number 5, people who can't count or spel. Basic education, or so you'd expect. Evidently not.

The real point number 5, for those imbeciles who didn't get the above joke, would have to be people who feel the need to lie to me. Why bother? There are white lies, I can accept. But I'm a man of reasonable intelligence. That's one bad (or good, whichever way you look at it) thing about social media outlets. The ability to know what people are doing, saying etc. Tell me one thing, then post the opposite on Facebook 10 minutes later and I'm probably going to realise that it is a lie. Again, aimed at no-one in particular, but I've seen it happen once or twice of late, not really to me I guess, but I know it's happened before. The problem is of course raising the issue, without being dubbed the "stalker". Chances are, the risk isn't worth the reward. You confront, and find out what you didn't wanna hear. But surely, it's better than never knowing the truth? Honesty is always the best policy.

Rant over, peace out. Hope you all enjoyed reading,

Thomas.

Decisions

I've never been very good at making decisions. Which is why I make a lot of mistakes. I don't think my decisions through, I prefer to just leave it as late as possible to make a decision and hope that the situation dictates the decision I make. I guess this is kind of what's happened to me over the last week or so. The root stems longer than the last week, but I won't bore you with the details. It's much more beneficial to make you guess, to keep you reading. I've had to make a choice between 2 things, and for once just as I was swaying towards making a decision, it's not a decision anymore. One of the options has been removed from the equation. Sounds perfect for someone as indecisive as me, right? Wrong. The second option appears to be becoming more and more distant to me. And less appealing. But I can't have the first one it would appear. The classic case of wanting what you can't have, some would say. But this isn't the case. I was primed to pick option 1. All the pros and cons made sense. But life doesn't put everything on a plate for you, and at the risk of sounding like one of those "the world is against me" people, it never does for me. I may have learned a lesson from this about my decision making, or I may just take the Sheldon Cooper approach and carry a coin/dice to spin to make a decision for me, see how that works out for a while. At least then I couldn't blame myself.

Speaking of blaming myself, I have a lot of that to do at the minute. Apologies if you just fell off your chair, or spat your beverage all over the screen, but yes, you read correctly. The great 'Thomas "nothing is ever my fault" Pearson' taking responsibility for his actions. It's quite a rare, momentous occasion. In general. But in this particular situation. Most people I've chose to discuss the situation with seem to put me not at fault, so why am I putting myself at fault for a change? Well they're obviously going to be slightly biased. But I do see their point. But hey, if you can't accept responsibility at 20 year old, when can you? I've swallowed my pride, others should maybe follow suit.

Some of you may be familiar with the saying "regret nothing, because at one point it was what you wanted." I know what you're thinking, because I'm thinking the same. What a load of bollocks. How does this apply to words? 'At one point you wanted to say those words'. Yeah, fair point. But it doesn't mean you meant them, or the tone of voice. Do I regret my actions? Not very often. Do I regret my words? All the time. Right now, as I write this blog, I can envisage at some point in the near future I'm probably going to regret writing this blog. But I do it anyway. Again, me not thinking my decisions through. Classic. I have a few things to put right, due to ill-thought words spoken, which, yes, of course I regret. I have made this clear. But my apologies are yet to be accepted, and may never be. I really hope they are, sooner rather than later. How do you put something right then? Excuse the language, but I'll be fucked if I know. It seems like a very difficult task, but it will all be worthwhile. Me, I'd much prefer to sit back and hopefully let life surprise me by sorting it out for me for once, but I just don't see it happening. Looks like I'm flying solo on this one, and will have to put a lot of thought and effort into it.

A wise man once said "you can't change the past, but you can alter your future". I live by this saying, and it seems really relevant to my life right now. Not least because I was the wise man who said this. Ok, so someone probably said it before me. But so what, sue me. I can't change the past, no matter how much I wish I could, but hopefully I can change the future, as if I don't, it looks pretty bleak. Hell, not even a 2:1 in one of my exam/essays has been able to cheer me up. It's almost like the smallest ray of sunshine in a very dark tunnel right now. Of course when I say cheer me up, when people ask, "I'm fine yeah" or "nothing's the matter with me" because I like to conceal what actually runs through my head, and take solace in my blog. Once I start talking, I won't stop, and there aren't many people I feel comfortable enough with to contemplate talking about it. A few of you will probably guess though, and I'll feel forced into discussing. But I guess it's better than being forced into a corner, alone with your thoughts.

And that brings my complaints to an end for this particular entry, hope you all enjoyed reading again and welcome back my miserable ramblings with open arms.

Thomas

Second Chance

So, it's been that long since my blog entry, you've probably forgot who I am, and what this blog is about. I'm only joking, you clearly remember it for being the thing you hate to read, and don't know why you waste your time in doing so. So yeah, sorry for not posting etc, but I do have my reasons.

For once, I did the right thing and prioritised revision over the writing of this blog. Model student or what? Not quite, other things appeared to take priority over revision, such as darts, you know...but give me credit where it's due.

So, what's new? Well apart from the fact I'm not into what's hopefully my last semester as a University student, although given the way some of my exams went it's not something I'd put my student loan on, somewhat ironically. Oh, and my blog, despite no entries for about 4 weeks off the top of my head appears to be gaining popularity in Germany and Hungary. It was only a matter of time before my blog went national really, wasn't it? But seriously, who in Hungary knows me, and reads my blog? Not that I'm complaining, it just strikes me as being very curious.

But in my life, since the exams, things are somewhat looking up. You don't often get second chances, and at the minute it looks like I've been given two at once. I'm not going into anymore detail about what the second chances are for because they're private to me, but needless to say like with most second chances, I intend to grab it with open arms and hopefully make the most of them. Right now, for the first time in god only knows how long I feel like I'm holding the trump cards in my life. If one thing goes wrong, I seem to have something to fall back on, which I'm sure you'll appreciate gives you a bit more freedom to do what you want in life. However, this is me. Things are bound to go wrong at some point. They always do. But I feel prepared. I've already hit the first minor glitch. But I will deal with it. On the topic of second chances, I decided to give the man, the legend that is Anthony Forde a second chance by not dropping both Financial Crime and Criminal Evidence electives at uni, and I've been quite pleasantly surprised. As of a lot of my decisions lately, I feel vindicated in doing so. Long may this continue.

I know reading this you'll be surprised, I'm not complaining subliminally at girls, life, or anything else. Possibly even an upbeat entry. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as usual, which is probably not a lot.

Thanks,

Thomas.