Saturday 30 January 2010

Cynicism, ism ism

I am so cynical.

There are so many wonderful topics I could dwell on here. This is meant to be a blog where I complain about myself and how I am the most cynical and easily irritated person in the history of life and living &c. However, I feel it is just going to become a rant. Well, I've put in several blogs so far about fairly sentimental things and such that weren't angry so it is in my nature to feel it now justified.

Andy Murray. AKA moody bawbag of a teenager turned reluctant carrier of a nation's (and the nation it is attached to's) pride. It is not so much Andy Murray himself I don't like, though I have a certain disdain for the sullenness of teenage boys too but I best not get carried away here. Basically this guy comes along as a decent tennis player and people dont really notice until Wimbledon and then all of a sudden it's like "Tim who? ITS MURRAY MOUND!!!". His management realises he is about to be swept off by the ravenous national-pride-deprived sports fans of the UK (and I do mean sports fans, not tennis fans, as suddenly those only content with football normally are sitting in bars going "ohhh look at that fore hand") and he stops swearing and uses the top end of his pencil to change from the box that says "Scottish" to the box that says "British" under National Identity on any government issued questionnaires. Don't get me wrong, I don't really mind that he can and is loved by many of the United Kingdom's inhabitants, but what I saw in the paper today pissed me off. Apparently, if Murray loses todays Grand Slam Final he remains Scottish, but if he wins he becomes English. WHAT THE FUCK? So basically, English people only want the Scottish sports star IF he can deliver the goods. Like, you know he isn't actually English, but if he is accomplished at his game then, yeah we would like to adopt him. Why must all only support people in sport who are the same nationality as themselves? Why can't someone just support the player who they admire the most in the game? I support Jarno Trulli and I stand by that. Please don't get me started about Lewis Hamilton.

I guess it all boils down to me here. I don't like to share. I don't like it if someone asks "where did you get that" just so they can buy it. But this idea usually only applies to stuff you can't buy. The greatest example is Music. I used to like music and go to gigs. What pisses me off about this is two-fold. You can get a great band/artist that you like and so do someothers and you go to the gigs and you buy the cd and hooray you are a fan. What gets to me is that you can have been a fan for years, literally like 6 years plus, and then, all of a sudden, the band you like is grabbed from you and hundreds of people are suddenly pulling it all ways, stretching it out and making it unwearable. This was justified in the most obvious form at Adam Green. Since when did ANYONE? (anyone beside the Germans) like Adam Green? I will proceed to answer this: Since that fucking Juno film came out and some song by the Moldy Peaches was in it. And then all the morons who will latch onto anything that is "popular", as I guess Adam Green is now as he was in that film, and lie all over it. So people like Adam Green now and I have to leave it there. It's stubborn but it is true and I guarantee to you, that now, after 6 albums, Adam Green will no longer be the same again. Maybe I am too hasty and he will retain his charm, the charm of being undiscovered, but I just don't envisage it happening. I'm sure that you now and convulsing in rages of my stubborness but this is why I have to write this. I am cynical and I don't feel like changing because if I do it will break my heart. I noted that this hatred was two-fold, the second fold being that there are so many popular bands out there, and have you noticed that before they got famous there was always one or two albums prior that no-one knew of but are infinatley better quality and worth listening to? Good Example: Kings of Leon. Great band, 3 cool albums, then the label get involved and they fast track a shit new album with pishy anthem type songs on it, cut their hair, shave and don the skinny jeans. Wasted Time.

I had like 4 more things to talk about but as preidicted the rant took over my brain and englufed me. So I have just one more illustration of my unwavering cynicism/irritableness. People being late. I'm sorry to any of my friends who read this and are like "Ok i'm late sometimes, she must hate me". Don't hate anyone, and if you are a late person and I like to go out with you then I guess I love you so you have nothing to worry about, for I appear not to suffer fools... Yeah but I'm keeping this short and sweet and it is targetted at the general population/human race. If you say you will be there at 9: Be there at 9. This is NOT hard, and all it involves is a simple thought process of "I need to be there at 9. I takes 30 minutes to get there. I need 30 minutes to get ready. I will leave at 8". No more effort is required and I seriously do not understand how people do not do this. I mean, if someone is late it pretty much is like saying, Yeah I wanted to come out but this event/meeting you didn't matter as much as something else I was doing that prevented me from leaving on time. And I am guessing that most of the time this is sleeping. Set your bloody alarm clock - and if you want to snooze, allow another 5 minutes when setting the time on the alarm. Now I sound so patronising. But it is just to illustrate something... I know fine well that 99% of people are aware of all these things, yes they know how to set an alarm and how to get out of bed. Basically my annoyance stems from people not giving a shit about the other person, who has arrived and has to perpetually stand at the bar feeling very lonely, or wait in the freezing cold outside somewhere only to find that delightful text "running late be there in 30 minutes". Traffic is understandable, as is being late by 10 minutes as obviously stuff happens and you might forget your phone and have to go back &c &c. All I will say is that it is very apparent when someone is genuinely held up or late by a little while, and generally up to 20 minutes I can deal with, but why say lets meet at 9 only when you know fine well your gonna be there at half past. It's basically a lie. And I don't understand why people lie to eachother. I must note this is NOT a personal attack and is based mostly on stories from other people about late friends &c, I mean not to offend, only get off my chest what frustrates me about people in general.

So, as you can see, I am cynical and I am irritable and I am stubborn and I am hard to please. Basically I am a pain in the arse you wish you had never met. But this is me cordial, if you get my drift. That's why this isn't going on facebook.

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