The Jigsaw of Life

Okay, really weird emo-like post title, I know... I just kind of decided to be philosophical about this, like those climbers you see on the movies. Guy will turn into one, mark my words :D In fact, we need to make a movie... Go to Landudno the one time, and just film Guy (and Andy and myself) making weird elephant noises, and some close-up shots of tiny cracks in the rock which we somehow manage to hold on to. Yes, Dosage v0.5!!!!!!!

Anyway, I'm back into the swing of things... school time so 1 post a day! Apologies for the last post's spelling mistakes, I managed to switch "Insert" on a big Mac keyboard in the Soundhouse, and couldn't switch it off, so I just had to type and ignore the type-oes.

I actually thought I'd do some philosophizing because I ended up having a free evening today... Which is weird, I know. Anyways, I ended up thinking a lot about life (actually I was chowing major food while feeling really insecure), but hence the philosophization (which technically isn't even a real word). I had a lank chilled day at school, starting with a Popshearsal at like 3am, and then lessons, more Popshearsals, hockey practice, and then a chill. Wow, I never get this kinda thing. I was honestly like, "what, mum, are you SURE I don't have anything to do this evening?". You know, me, I'm the kind of person that says, ah, a bit of free time, let me fill it up by DOING SOMETHING!!!!!

So, what kind of outlook do I end up having on life? Well, I get severely insecure if I spend more than 5 seconds without a definite purpose to my current occupation. I'm sure some of you may be like that (Chloe :D), so I know you at least partially share my sentiments.

So, as always, this links up to my sort of New Frontier Socialist Manifesto, or whatever I'm actually going to call it. Maybe just the New Era Socialist Manifesto. That's pretty catchy, I like it ;). Well, anyway, I wanted to ramble on about man-hours/wastage of man-hours/productivity and statistical analyses, but I guess that'll have to wait. Oooh, how I want to write a complete socialist economic policy layout... I promise it is going on this blog.

So anyway, I'm going to go a bit mystic now, and make bold statements such as "your life will never be complete until your heart's desires are fulfilled. Even then, it might not be complete, but in that case you're just screwed!". You can quote me on that, it's one of my multiple takes on life.

Wait, so have I reached my point yet? Probably not, sorry.

basically, and I do not in any way want to hate on anyone here, I find that it's a bit silly just to waste time doing "sweet" nothing. Point of contestion, I know, but I have a very definite view on this. If there's an opportunity out there, I go grab it, and I genuinely cannot help feeling excited and eager about it either. Hence, the lack of a television set in my house. Internet surfing is constructive, unless you're playing singleplayer online flash games, in which case, it's pretty sad. Do something with your life! Start a blog, for chunder's sake!

Physical exercise is a major no-no, and I witnessed this first-hand when visiting Poland. A first-world-city-person's view of a "day out" is braaing in the backyard with some friends. If they're the hectic outdoorsy type, they might drive to the beach, park their car in the sand, pump the music, and get out the sunglasses, beach towels, umbrellas, factor 20 billion sunblock, and do anything they can do not be in contact with nature. Who can blame them? They might get stung by a bee or something....

Being brought up in Africa is the most kick-ass thing ever! Love the fact that I can walk barefoot through grass without suffering any ill effects, swim across a lake without drowning due to cramps (or getting eaten by seaweed), and/or go mountain biking without a helmet, shinpads, kneepads, spine protectors, glasses, goggles, special riding gear, etc. etc. without falling off. Because then I might cut my leg open and have to go to hospital. Which would be a cost.

Okay, you can get what point I'm trying to reach here. African babies (or 5 year-olds) are way more resilient than those raised in first-world environments, ie the Big City. Purely because, if you want to build up resistance, you allow, and even encourage, exposure.

What the hell does this have to do with time-filling?

I actually haven't the faintest. This is what happens when you ramble on and on about life!!!

I did warn you weird stuff could come out!