Cool Confusion

Hello those reading the posting for this week. I don't know why you're reading this. Perhaps you're looking for a laugh, perhaps you're looking for the meaning of life...O wait no, you're clearly here because I told you to "check out the new post on my blog mate!", or someone hasn't posted on your "wall" in a while, so you're stuck in a boredom loop...you want to do anything else, but what if somebody comments a photo or sends you a message! And you can't CLOSE Facebook, that'd be unforgivable in the book of cool...so you sit there, waiting, and waiting...and before you know it, you're dead. Ok, nothing that extreme, but stop...seriously.

This week, I've learnt the true nature of hard work. I've been hitting the books (I've never truly understood that phrase...) and revising for my European History exam. If you care, which you don't, I think I did pretty well, which you were wishing I didn't. ;) No, I'm going on the hope you do care about my well-being. But the real topic that I want to discuss this week is the idea of cool. The title being a Clash song, 'Cool Confusion'.
I have never really been cool. I'm not degrading myself, just accepting that I've never gone with the norm.

Being cool these days generally means you own a copy of Call of Duty : Modern Warfare Two. If you don't own this game, for whatever reason, you're almost a freak to British society. This is what annoys me. I'm sure Call of Duty has deserved the ridiculous amount of coverage it got, and all of the gameplay is lovely (except for the level where you had to shoot all those innocent pe-o wait, no I thought that was hilarious. They aren't real). However, let me ask you, is it really so worthwhile, that now it's cool to play it, and arrange your life around it? I'm mainly thinking back to the old days where half the people who play Call of Duty were out with mates. I was sat at home, crouched over my Playstation One, replaying Metal Gear Solid or completing a basic platformer like Spyro the Dragon. I was not cool. I was not popular. However, apparently in today's world, if you go out on a Saturday afternoon, the closest thing you'll find to a companion is an old lady doing her shopping. Why? Everybody's on their Xbox or Playstation 3. Brilliant.

Which raises another point. Referring back to Facebook, have you noticed we almost dedicate our lives around it? It's awful, I try to quit, but it's like a bad drug. I need it, yet despise it. It slows school work, it makes you inept at communicating in real life, as you're just constantly typing "Eeeeasy, what's guanning?" (I don't care for the correct spelling of this ridiculous slang.) Basically, we need never talk again. All we ever do is go on facebook to arrange meeting up, then when we do, we dance to music so loud we can't HEAR ourselves talk, and then get so drunk we find it impossible to form basic sentences for the walk on the way home. (Going back to last week's posting, some moronic people find articulating a basic sentence regardless, no matter how drunk they are.) If this is cool, I genuinely think we're a bit fucked as a nation...

Wow, one swear word, not bad for this week! Sorry this was shorter than usual, I found it hard to really rant without making myself sound like a depressive. I don't have a video for you I'm afraid, but I have a lovely quote from Malcolm Muggeridge:


"Never forget that only dead fish swim with the stream"


I hope you all have a lovely weekend. Now go away.