I get the appeal of Justin Bieber, he’s a good looking puppy with the clean cut face of a Walt Disney wet dream. What I don’t understand is why his fans feel it necessary to go on about it. I have two tattoos and an iron deficiency but I probably won’t bring either up unless provoked. My gripe stems from my Twitter feed. Twitter is a fantastic tool for sharing news, music, videos, whatever but lately it has become overrun with teeny boppers (yes, that phrase makes me feel old) harping on about their latest boy wonder. I guess I’m angry at the soapbox they’ve been given more than what it is they’re going on about.

When I first joined Twitter the trending topics tended to relate to news of that day and maybe some celebrity gossip so it really grinds my gears to go on there and see the whole system abandoned for fangirl nonsense. I guess I have the wonderful gift of hindsight, I remember when Take That broke up and when Stephen Gately came out and I know that it is all part of a cycle. I’m hoping that in time Bieber will fantastically fall of the wagon and we can all just get on with our lives.

I wish there was a way to just filter out the stuff that has no interest to me at all, maybe a way of putting in keywords and never having to see them on my feed. Alternatively I could just stop procrastinating and get off Twitter, therefore eliminating exactly what it is that makes me angry. Then again maybe it’s because a ‘belieber’ told me to fuck off this morning.

For the longest time I struggled with having faith in other people, they’re so tricky as a general rule. I’ve always felt like I’m just a voyeur to whatever group I am stood trying to integrate myself into. What I’ve learnt is that I’m not supposed to be a part of a group, I dip in and out with the majority of people I know but I’m very much still a creature in my own right.

What upsets me, and raises up all this old trauma that I’d been dealing with so well is when someone that I consider to be a friend quite purposely blanks me. I wasn’t looking to take him out for a steak dinner or anything, was literally just going to say ‘oh hi, good morning, you alright?’ and walk away. That would have been enough for me but instead when we almost made eye contact he pulled his collar up and put his head down.

Thanks a lot mate, I’ll be over here trying to do something with my life if you need me.

A friend recently sent me a Bob Dylan quote and I can’t shake it. It goes “What’s money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night, and in between does what he wants to do.”

It’s beautiful right? Well yeah it is but it’s irking me, I can’t shake it.
The problem I face is that I can’t be a success in my current job and I can’t apply for the job I want to be a success in.
All I can do is hope against all hope that somebody sees what I see in my novel and that that someone happens to front a major publishing house.
I fully appreciate what I do as a writer, and I am a success within the confines of myself but it’s hard to keep that thought running when you spend five days a week trussed up in a cubicle dungeon. I don’t want to ever be one of those people who settles into something, I always want to push it, push it real good.

Peace.

I just called a friend a moron for using the incorrect spelling of the word ‘aisle’. I’m still trying to work out why basic errors like that make me so annoyed, maybe it’s something to do with my pride in my own abilities, or my upbringing.
I accept trial and error as being a part of life but I can’t understand how we can all go through the same curriculum and come up worlds apart. I know, I’m being a pedant.

I believe this is the third blog I’ve started. I struggle to maintain these things you see. I can’t even say it’s a lack of commitment because I’m committed to my cause as a whole.

The important things to remember are that I am determined, I won’t settle and that I am a massive creature of habit.

I’m planning on this being quite a broad blog, I’d like to try and review each and every little thing that I come across because that’s the way we human view the world right? Through the eyes of a critic, or as a voyeur, or however else you want to word it.

That should do, lets crack on.