This is my first attempt to 'blog', and i'm not sure how this works, but i'll give it a go.
I'm not really sure what a blog is- is it a rant, should it be poetic, can i use this new found tool to express my opinions?
As a middle aged woman- i regard myself as middle aged as i don't expect to live well into my nineties- i am getting weary of the repetitive nature of life and society. Where are the rebels these days? Why have we become so hum drum in England?
Conformity is everywhere i look, and acceptance of the words of bureaucrats, politicians, and big business.
Am i really happy to sit back and watch as my privacy is invaded at every turn. The answer is of course no.
Am i really happy to sit back and watch as the basic standard of living which i inhabit is stretched to breaking point- i am one of the many childless people on low income who cannot get tax credits, assistance for rates etc etc- while i watch the underbelly smugly smile (knowingly) at my efforts to support myself without government help. The answer is again a resounding NO.
I had a conversation recently with a relative who insisted on pointing out how we got here- in this present situation- citing Thatcher and the politicians of the 80s, I argued that it doesn't matter how we got here, the fact is we are here, and nobody (en mass) is doing anything about it. I used an agument of a broken vase- it inevitably doesn't matter how much you analyse who broke it, it is still broken and either needs replacing or repairing.
I am awaiting a brave soul who will start a rebellion and offer a future for all, not just the top and bottom of my society.
As a footnote, i am generally a happy person, but this is on my mind today and i thought i'd share it with you.
Thank you for reading!