& Rage

If there are any spelling or grammatical errors in this blog; forgive me I'm doing this before work so i don't forget about things that happened on the weekend.

Me and the guys and Christen's mum had much of a socio-political discussion this weekend. It's been brought to my attention and by other people and even a facebook group that Generation Y is the 'generation of alcoholics' as facebook would put it. OK i understand that there are a lot of binge drinkers who live on the doll, it's a social issue revolving around which geographic area you live in. The Upper/Middle/Lower class's still apply in modern day society. Ben came into work about two weeks ago and we discussed how we are different from the people that live in Browns Plains. You just have to work there a week and you release that people act, dress, even use a different vocabulary to you. One thing he pointed out is 'People here would rather live on the doll instead of work, while me and you would rather do a shit job for a low pay just so we can earn for ourselves'. It's true, sometimes i get angry cause I don't like the fact that people on the doll are getting more than me, but then again i have a sense of pride when i get my paycheck and can afford to go out with friends or something.

If Generation Y really is the drinking generation that i would bluntly and honestly say that the next Generation is one of low morals. It really disgusts me. I'm sick of seeing Grade 8's smoking cigarettes like candy. I have friends that smoke, this isn't a smoking rant. When we were in Grade 8 it was simply unacceptable, you would litter ally have to go to some secluded space to give it a go (This is not personal experience, to this day i have not ever touched a cigarette). Though these days you can do it anywhere, even in a school uniform and no one says anything. Attire is also something that kills me. Girls these days dress like whores. It's disgusting. Yesterday me and a friend went to pick up my sister from a movie. I saw what kids were wearing, their in high school so their kids. I rolled my eyes, i saw my sisters skirt, i felt nauseous. I know what it was like to be a 15 year old boy, you're not commenting on her outfit cause it looks nice, you're thanking society for eliminating the need for softcore porn. The thing that gets me the most is the fact that i can not say anything, because EVERY other girl her age is wearing the same thing. This falls on principles of parenting, yes all your daughters friends are wearing clothes like this, though this outfit is probably is going to get your daughter free drugs and alcohol, she might have to sell herself a little but it's ok, cause everyone else is doing it. The thing that pains me the most is, what my 19 year old male friends think when they see it. This isn't a blog targeted at my sister, it's a blog targeted at society for making my sister conform. You can give lectures about being an individual, but chances are if everyone is doing it, and you don't do it to some degree you become a social outcast and no one wants that.

I know that that at some stage in 50 years the Internet still exist and someone comes across this blogs, they'll probably think ; 'What was he Islamic? Wanting to robe all women?" To be honest i would love to have the authority to robe every woman under the age of 18.

'All change is not growth, all movement is not forward' - Ellen Glasgow.

Enough social ranting for the time being. My weekend was fun. One thing I've come to notice is that i can't deal with quiet in my house anymore. After spending weekends and even a week at a friends house I've come accustomed to noise. I can't deal with the deathly silence of my room. I'm going to go on a music downloading spree cause my soundtracks are getting annoying. Things have changed with the friendship group in regards to previous blogs. Things are somewhat divided, it's like an unofficial agreement to not talk about the said topic. I'm going to have to change my vocabulary. Apparently i use too many big words, i worry that if i don't I'll forget what they mean. I know you might think it's something silly, but if it creates discomfort with friends I'll discard certain words or just put them aside for blogs, either way. Uni is still killing me. I just want to cry but that was Wednesday night; over that shit. I'm going to have to start emailing intelligence organisations to try and organise face to face chat's so i can find out some information about career opportunities. The Career Guidance counsellor did help but not in the way i expected. I'm still utterly lost but i have some idea which direction is north. If you get the analogy. I'll probably recall things and add them to either a later blog tonight or tomorrow. It's time for work kids. I've also decided I'm going to start doing chores around the house. Like when i go to Christens I'll wash their dishes at least twice. Only because Glen decides to do them and i don't think someone should have to clean other peoples shit by themselves, though I've started thinking, why wash someones dishes when only like 7% of them are yours and at home 25% are yours. I know my parents raised me not to do chores because well i don't know why, any reason i come up is hypocritical to theirs, so I'm just going to do it. They will complain, but they'll get over it.

'The hardest thing about friendship, is not taking something personally' - Dejan Tomasovic.