I think the Scottish scruffy rock band, Biffy Clyro, have nailed it. We are all at our most excited in the grips of hate or love. I was trying to think of a more overriding theme for the blog (just so the writing wasn’t as sporadic due to it’s ad hoc nature) and I realised that for the most part (cue a million examples of where I’m wrong, bring it) that people only write to share about things they love or hate. Those too juxtapositions sum up what we as humans care about most. That’s why I don’t like Twitter. It has been hijacked by BBC DJs and pop celebs and every 18 year old I know, but I just don’t fancy tweeting unless I have something to say of relevance. I don’t like the idea of everyone seeing something that I don’t consider worth saying. With Facebook you can kind of hide a pointless status amongst pictures, and I’ve become de-sensitised to the common status ‘hanging’ (who gives a fuck, so am I, go away). But with Twitter, I just don’t get it really. Why tweet about everything? Apparently that’s because I’m getting old. Quite possibly.And why is there a correlation between number of tweets and followers, when all my friends with lots of followers (and yes lots of tweets) are generally issuing something I would actually care about every one in ten tweets.
Anyway, to contradict myself, I don’t really care about Twitter, do what you want. But that’s not what this post is about. From now on, I will writing only about things I love or hate, on a much more regular basis. I’ll start on a happy note. I love that I can wear a tee-shirt to work now. Thanks a lot weather. Maybe we can all stop looking like a bunch of baggy eyed pale ghost freaks and get some vitamin D. I love you sun. Please come out more.
If anyone’s got something they feel especially passionate about, savouring hate, or craving love, write about it and if it’s not full of grammatical errors I’d love to post it. Oh, and peace and love to those in Boston. Good luck to those running in the London Marathon on Sunday.