Almost Literate

"Don't judge a book by its Cover"
Firstly, why would a book use a rubbish cover to sell itself? Thats a bad Idea from the start. If you're trying to sell something you make it bright and interesting, with a hint of whats inside.
Secondly, if you believe that logic, you really have to read the book to understand it, but since its often used as a metaphor for humans and judging the people we meet do we really have to read cover to cover to understand. In a novel you can skip to the end after the first few chapters and miss out the real drama, but that last chapter tends to tell you how its all come together to form, the often tragic, sometimes happy ending.

Inebriated blogging is something I appear to be right into just now. The thought that caught me was, the phrase "I can't read them". I said it, but I didn't just mean I couldn't understand them, I meant I couldn't see inside them and understand how they were thinking, how they worked. Sometimes you really need to cover of the book if your going to make that leap from the start to the end and miss out the middle.

Should we learn every little detail about other peoples lives to learn to understand them? I don't think so. Since living people don't have a "final chapter" yet, I guess you've got to use them right now, against who they were, because lets face it, everyone was someone else at one point. We're influenced by the people we grow up with. Friends, Parents, Siblings, Teachers, Coaches or Family friends we're all molded into the people we become. But thats such a good thing, because its rare, other than twins to have all the same external input. I think thats one reason every one of us is so different, each with a different cover and story to tell.

So be bright and interesting, not literally, just don't be dull and boring on the outside.

Almost Unsociable

Right now, I am sat in the Sisters office taking my break. Its nightshift, and since I normally stay up late it kinda suits my sleep pattern, however, too much nightshift messes with your head. This is week 3 of predominately nightshifts and my brain works perfectly well at night, here at work, in the dark. When daylight hits my face, I have a vampiric reaction and my mind stops working. Driving is interesting when your brains not in it, but its one of those things you can just do without thinking about it (Please don't be reading this DVLA) aha.

Anyway, that wasn't my point, the point is, I take my break alone, sitting in a closed room with my laptop. I am being social... because I am on facebook.

Is that really social though? Its called Social networking, but do you get the ups and downs of a real relationship on the internet? I don't think I've ever laughed sitting by myself the same way I laugh sitting with my friends at a pub, but does that mean im putting on the laughter if I don't experience it alone, or does it mean that social networking and hanging out with your friends are hugely different. Im pretty sure most of you guys don't see that as a real question, but having friends all over the world, facebook can be the only real relationship you have, maybe seeing each other once or twice a year, or maybe every few years.

I'd like to think I would never choose facebook over real life encounters, but sometimes those encounters are worthless, boring and dull. Sometimes those encounters introduce you to knew people, people that become important in your journey though your life. So kids that sit inside on their computers through school, "talking" to their "friends" on facebook and MMORPGs are truly at a disadvantage being sold the lie that they are in fact social people. A lie they tell themselves to feel better about being called names at school. I don't know if when I was 14/15 I realised I wasn't making life easier for myself being that kid. But when I started to make friends and spend the whole summer learning backflips and other flips I knew how much I'd been missing. Those kids are victims of a lie, but at the time it doesn't matter because you believe it.

ANYWAY. What I was really getting to is facebook. It makes life so easy. Events, chat, even a way to show incoming acquaintances your deeper interests, even though you've met them once they can know a hell of a lot about you after 30minutes facebook stalking. And smart phones, they are amazing, so much information at your finger tips, no longer do you have to call your friends on a land line, to ask them who sang that song you've got stuck in your head, you just type the lyrics into your phone and you've got it, or with some apps, just hum it and BAM its there. What was life like without these wonders? Well... They coped just fine.

I walked to the pub for the first time in ages, an actual walk (I normally drive everywhere, because I love driving). But a walk, in the mid-temperature was amazing, headphones in (to my smartphone) and walking down the street to the music that keeps me as relaxed as I enjoy being. I sat down with friends and laughed, drank and talked. Walking home I met an acquaintance and some strangers, we walked and talked and honestly, encountering new people should never be done on the internet.

We live in this "smartphone/facebook" generation, but nothing actually beats losing the dependency on technology (except music) going a walk and sitting talking with friends and encountering strangers with no pre-conceptions or misinformation and really imposing yourself on "the world"

Almost A Superhero

Inspirational people, the first man I think of is Nick Vujicic, because frankly, that man is a hero.
But if you think back in history its great leaders that inspire great causes. Im definitely not a great leader, but apparently neither is our countries Prime Minister. Apparently, him forgetting to pay a tip, so going back to pay is news worthy. WHY?

We live in a Country, that has looked after our parents/grandparents/greatgrandparents/greatgreatgrandparents and so on pretty well, I mean, unless you're in a hurry we even offer a pretty amazing health care service (Please give me a job). This issue seems to have arisen with what is being called, "The Jeremy Kyle Generation", a generation im pretty sure im counted in. I haven't slept with my sisters brothers dog, nor have I had sex with three generations of the same family (Im sure that was in one episode). But here we are, surrounded by people, of different colour, age, ethnicity, beliefs fighting together for anarchy. Why? Well im not entirely sure, but I think the phrase, "I like fire" or "AM HARD AS NAILS" tends to cover a lot of the peoples mentality. Sure somewhere there was someone looking for a peaceful protest where they played stringed instruments, lit up a joint and talked about peaceful protest, but do we even have peaceful protest anymore? All I hear about are riots. But then again, that could just be the lovely news papers giving readers the story they want to hear and not the truth.

So yeah, I just started a group called I will fight back against Rioters in Glasgow if they start anything!
Its not really serious, although I'd like to think that the people of Glasgow would be united against these idiots, in a strong enough state that the few people who would decide to riot would be put down fast.
When did co-operating with the police become such a terrible thing to do, other than when you're like in a hardcore drug gang or a jewellery thief, but seriously, this whole, lets fight the police attitude "my generation" displays is sickening.

Lets Unite together without super powers but almost be super heroes.

Almost In Trouble

Jakes = Wee neds, the sort of person your deepest instincts tell you to avoid and if in conversation, subtly insult, because they probably won't understand.

Lets call this guy Wee Jake, he didn't grasp the concept of "excuse me", he thought I said, "You'd better move". I totally get that these phrases sound 100% the same and it was my fault for not being articulate enough in my entirely un-mannered politeness. Well I quickly became a homosexual in this mans eyes, and rapidly a pedophile, however when I informed him that his sister claimed to be 16 at the time his rage level didn't decrease. At this point in stepped a saviour, a girl I'd known since I was atleast 14 who was ready at an instant to decapitate and hide the body of this overly aggressive jake and his friends, a following somewhat similar to the T-Birds and Danny Zuko (was that his name?). A hero who'd been dealing with guys like this for years and her partner, who could represent gotham as crime free almost as much as she could.

You can imagine that the ordeal was in no way hurtful or damaging as I convince the guy that his sister was beautiful and it was ok if he found her attractive, as I noticed the entire street laughing and joining my side. At this point a taxi and a journey home were in order and the delivery almost to my doorstep was fantastic. It resulted in this, here I am, blogging for the first time. Well, atleast, sharing for the first time.

Hello world. Im Adam and things are about to get interesting.