We all do it. We all see people and we immediately place them into a social category. Popular (capitol 'P'), Emo & Chav are perhaps the most common. But what right do we have to do this? Usually we make these judgements based on an instant aesthetic assessment and that is no basis to categorise someone by.
Obviously our appearance is, for many, the only way of expressing our personal identity short of carrying a pamphlet outlining all of our likes and dislikes. I don't believe my own appearance to be anything outstanding, I have a simple haircut and wear simple clothes that conform to no particular fashion or trend.
Consequently I think that it is highly unlikely that someone who passed me in the street would be able to place me into any of the three categories I mentioned earlier. Certainly it would be impossible to see that I am a music loving, politically active, computer playing teen.
So it is unfair to assume that a man in his early twenties who wears a track suit is only present with the intention to nick a DVD player on his way to the job centre. Equally unfair is it to assume that persons of an average or lesser level of socially accepted physically beauty are any less able to find happiness and love.
I'm not suggesting that we do all carry a kind of ID pamphlet, that is of course utterly foolish. But I am suggesting that we should try not to crudely label people the instant we set eyes on them. People dress and appear the way they do because that's how the feel comfortable, we should accept that. We certainly shouldn't stereotype or fear someone solely on the basis of appearance that is a dangerous road leading only to social disharmony.
If you feel the inclination, take the time to get to know someone through conversation and by actually spending some time with them. Otherwise leave them to their life and let them leave you to yours.
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Wednesday, 20 June 2012
Post-Holiday
That was a lovely holiday - yay!
It was, meaning it has finished now - boo!
It really was good. My week in Ayrshire, Scotland, with Kelly and her family was great. We didn't have blazing sunshine but we didn't get wet, and that, to me, is a win.
It was a different holiday to the ones I'm used to; more... structured, which isn't to say any worse, nor better. As it is my holidays have always all been thoroughly enjoyable.
A holiday highlight? Hmm.... Duck herding. Yes, that's right. When visiting Culzean Castle I decided to randomly herd the resident ducks, much to my enjoyment and probably their annoyance. Of course that is only the highlight due to its stupidity. The true highlight was being able to spend a full uninterupted week with the girl I love (that's Kelly by the way, not one of the ducks).
Goodness, that sounds awfully sappy!
How to recover from that burst of literary emotion? Hmm.... I can't, therefore I shall sign off.
Yup, that really is all for now - I said this blog would be nonsense!
It was, meaning it has finished now - boo!
It really was good. My week in Ayrshire, Scotland, with Kelly and her family was great. We didn't have blazing sunshine but we didn't get wet, and that, to me, is a win.
It was a different holiday to the ones I'm used to; more... structured, which isn't to say any worse, nor better. As it is my holidays have always all been thoroughly enjoyable.
A holiday highlight? Hmm.... Duck herding. Yes, that's right. When visiting Culzean Castle I decided to randomly herd the resident ducks, much to my enjoyment and probably their annoyance. Of course that is only the highlight due to its stupidity. The true highlight was being able to spend a full uninterupted week with the girl I love (that's Kelly by the way, not one of the ducks).
Goodness, that sounds awfully sappy!
How to recover from that burst of literary emotion? Hmm.... I can't, therefore I shall sign off.
Yup, that really is all for now - I said this blog would be nonsense!
Tuesday, 29 May 2012
A lesson in life
Once again I enter the mysterious world of the blog. Perhaps once again I will grow tired of the media and cease to produce posts, perhaps though it will be third time lucky.
Yes, this is my third stab at bloging and, as with each previous attempt, much has changed for me in my internet absence.
This time the change has been my departure from education and subsequent enterance in to the famed 'real world'.
When you are young, the idea is installed deep within you that once you leave education and must make your own way in the world you will encounter great strife and I'm not doubting that many people do but for me this has, so far, not been the case. I was able to quickly enter a summer job almost imdeiately after my school life had finished and as my term there came to an end I was taken on as 'Seasonal Resource Collegaue' at hmv equally rapidly.
I must have done something right during my time as a christmas dogsbody because its now may and I'm still at hmv and working more hours than before.
I keep putting my consistent employment down to luck, after all the news readily and regularly informs me how hard it is to find work these days, especially for people my age, but now I think that's wrong; it can't all be luck. (It's personal trumpet blowing time now) I must be good at what I do and so far that's been a lot of things: door-knocking with the Lib Dems, frying god awful pieces of fish and now selling CDs for "the UK and Ireland’s leading entertainment brand".
If you're trying to find a moral in this post then good luck. However, I will say this; the world of work is only as treacherous as you make it. You just have to believe that you are the only employable applicant, this is different to being cocky, this is being confident. I never used to be confident and it is hard to be so without a few successes under your belt, but once you believe in yourself you can (pardon the cliche) achieve anything.
I didn't set out to write a post in the style of a jibbering management, self-help guru type, what I have written here is only how I feel.
Yes, this is my third stab at bloging and, as with each previous attempt, much has changed for me in my internet absence.
This time the change has been my departure from education and subsequent enterance in to the famed 'real world'.
When you are young, the idea is installed deep within you that once you leave education and must make your own way in the world you will encounter great strife and I'm not doubting that many people do but for me this has, so far, not been the case. I was able to quickly enter a summer job almost imdeiately after my school life had finished and as my term there came to an end I was taken on as 'Seasonal Resource Collegaue' at hmv equally rapidly.
I must have done something right during my time as a christmas dogsbody because its now may and I'm still at hmv and working more hours than before.
I keep putting my consistent employment down to luck, after all the news readily and regularly informs me how hard it is to find work these days, especially for people my age, but now I think that's wrong; it can't all be luck. (It's personal trumpet blowing time now) I must be good at what I do and so far that's been a lot of things: door-knocking with the Lib Dems, frying god awful pieces of fish and now selling CDs for "the UK and Ireland’s leading entertainment brand".
If you're trying to find a moral in this post then good luck. However, I will say this; the world of work is only as treacherous as you make it. You just have to believe that you are the only employable applicant, this is different to being cocky, this is being confident. I never used to be confident and it is hard to be so without a few successes under your belt, but once you believe in yourself you can (pardon the cliche) achieve anything.
I didn't set out to write a post in the style of a jibbering management, self-help guru type, what I have written here is only how I feel.
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