A cynical moment

It dawned on me today, whilst catching a snippet of The Sound of Music, how foreign the culture of self-respect and modesty is to young adults today. Lost in Waltz, my eyes followed the sway of dresses that reserved all dignity, the hand shakes and well-mannered gestures that seem to have dissolved in time. All that comes to mind in today’s version of life is fake tan, drugs and short skirts. In some cases it seems girls have more heel than shoe and more attitude than manners: a tasteless combination. In my eyes, clothes that leave nothing to the imagination are highly unappealing, and ultimately less rewarding. Now I sound like an old woman, but I’m not, I’m young and just as crazy as anyone my age, but I just wish sometimes people would take more time perfecting their personality than their body. 

Perhaps I am being too cynical and judgemental, and I’m also a bit of a hypocrite, as I have been swept up in the world of short skirts and high heels, and I have to admit, I have even been tempted by a bottle of ‘Fake Bake’ on a few occasions. It’s only when I am reminded of how life was a hundred years ago that I feel saddened by the way things have changed. 

Bring back the curtsies and real dancing; sometimes I think I was born into the wrong era.

Today Is A Very Sad Day

Philip Cain turned 18  five days ago.
I remember one evening last year, he came to visit Amy at Uni with is friend Mitchell. After a beer or ten, both were rather willing for me to paint their faces with lipstick, ...i say willing, but what I really mean is they were too drunk to stop me. I can only imagine his face the next morning when he realised it stained. That was one very red faced train ride back to Nottingham indeed.
He died today.

Is life really this brittle? To be alive and to be so precious seems such risky business when it can take only a few hours to take somebody away. Amongst the beauty of such wonderful existences, sits rare darkened days like these. Can't the world be a safe place?

Bless your little heart Philip. x

Today is a very sad day.

My thought for the day

Every now an again I’m reminded that this world is scattered with some rare treats. Some people don’t even have the eyes to notice them, and some are blind to their existence. 

Some people inspire, and some just exist. Putting one foot in front of the other is a poor excuse for living, but those who do it, are unaware of what they’re missing.

I know what I mean, even if you don’t.

On a final note, this boy is wonderful...

I just had to share that.

Its the Simple Things in Life

The other week I strolled routinely to catch my bus to work. There's never a soul to be seen down there, but this time was different.

There was a 20 minute wait for a bus, and a guy there, an inspiring young man. We chatted for 20 minutes about trivial events, such as how many trees there were around this area. He shook my hand; Ian was his name. He had mousy brown hair down to his shoulders, a light denim jacket hanging from his scaffolding frame, very skinny jeans, and pumps with more holes than fabric. Quite an individual.

He had gone home with a girl; Rosie, and had no idea where he was, or how he even got here. I had to tell him he was in Horsforth, a large village about 15 minutes from the centre, and which bus he had to get on to get back home. Infact, he only knew where he had gone the night before from a large 'The Cockpit' stamp on his arm. 

Its funny how waiting at a bus stop  turned a stranger into a friend for 15 minutes only. 

I hope he found his way home.

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New Blog: Day one.

This blog shall be less poetic, peppered with thoughts, dwellings, doings and don’tings. Call it a diary, a story book, reality, or just a canvas to catch the spillings of my mind.
Spillings is definitely not in the dictionary, but neither am I.
Welcome to my wonderful existence.