The Finer Things in Life

I've realized that all my posts seem to be quite depressing and focus on the things in life that have got me down. So just to mix things up a bit and break the mould I thought I'd focus on the Finer Things in Life for a change.

What do I appreciate in this life I call my own? Well it's actually very small and simple things. For example on my wall in front of me is a little picture of a funny baby. It was given to me one birthday by a good friend named Alex Johnson. If I feel down or sad I look at George, as he's affectionately named,  and he puts a smile on my face. On the same wall I've got my two guitars hanging up, I find them a great way of  releasing my emotions.

I enjoy being able to sit with people in a quiet place and just talk for hours. Likewise late night phone calls, although I very much prefer being face to face each has a special quality to it. I keep in my drawer a letter that a girl named Libby sent to me and a little sign that she enclosed with it saying "No Beans Allowed!"

It's these little things that keep me going and get me out of bed in the morning. That paired with the drive to better both my own and other peoples lives a little bit each day. It stands to reason that if I do this each day and I live long enough there will come a point when nothing can be made better. I believe this point is heaven. Maybe I'll see you there someday :).

Gareth x

Life's Questions

What is love? What is life? Why are we here? What's the point?  All questions we hear so often, but how often do we stop, take a step outside of ourselves, and seek an answer from deep within ourselves. Probably not often enough but for me every now and then something will happen that makes me do just that. Just now one of those events happened. It was simple enough. I just read someone's profile on "bebo" and the feelings that evoked, the pain it made me feel are immense in proportions.

So lets set out to answer these questions (whilst in this pessimistic state). First what is love? Well a simple google "define: love" search tells me that it's "A score of zero in tennis or squash." Good stuff lets keep reading... An Irish Eurovision entry, An American rock group, a 1971 novel, a lunar impact crater, any number of emotions and experiences related to a strong affection. Alright how about a sure fire way to get hurt? Or an inability to explain what makes someone so beautiful? 

What is life? a period of time in which we get kicked down, you get back up, you get kicked down, you get back up, you get kicked down.... you get it. I've spoken to a surprising number of suicidals in my short time here on planet earth and always managed to convince them somehow, after months and months of talking that life gets better. That you have the lows to enjoy the highs. That there's something or someone worth living for. And yet I struggle to convince myself at times (or is it rather the world struggles to convince me?)

Why are we here? To hurt people and get hurt by people. Oh alright then and to make one persons life incredibly happy. But at the end of the day you hurt more people than you make happy. I'd like to meet someone who has never hurt anyone ever in their life.  If you think you haven't then email me and I'll prove you wrong.

What's the point? I have no idea. Sorry for the anti-climax but I don't. Maybe it's to uncover the truth about Hitler's sexuality, or learn that planet of the apes isn't fiction.

And now I feel bad for writing such a negative and depressing thing for you to read. So to clear my conscience and cheer you up a bit...

Cannibals: Living proof you are what you eat. 

Thank you and goodnight

Gareth x 

 

Random Writing

They say the pen is mightier than the sword but I prefer the keyboard cause my hand writing sucks and you don't get that gay cramp in your hand. Any-who lets release some of these crazy emotions from within. Hmmm there's nothing wrong actually in fact things are prob going the best they have in a while but hey I wanna write bout something so I will biatch. Lets have a lil think about what to go randomly  on about for ages...

Girls blates. At the heart of every young mans troubles (well and lesbian's I guess). There's still that same old girl in my life. Well she's not and there in lies the problem.  You might think it's stupid how a 17 year old boy could know much about love, true love I mean, but if this ain't it then I'll do just fine without it thanks cause well when I'm with her I want nothing else and when I'm not with her...well I want nothing else. To me she's the one and always will be I could talk forever bout her though and essentially all I got to say is I love her, I miss her, I want  need her.  So I guess I'll move on to another topic...

Girls blates. At the heart of every young mans troubles (well and lesbians I guess). Talking to this new girl, friend of a "friend" , she's kinda nice well makes me chuckle lol. She's just so random but then hey good match I guess. Will she ever replace she who must not be named? Maybe I kinda wish she does as well cause then the above paragraph would look something along the lines of...

Girls blates. At the heart of every young mans troubles (well and lesbians I guess). There's still that same old girl in my life. Well she's not and there in lies the problem.  You might think it's stupid how a 17 year old boy could know much about love, true love I mean, but if this ain't it then I'll do just fine without it thanks cause well when I'm with her I want nothing else and when I'm not with her...well I want nothing else. To me she's the one and always will be I could talk forever bout her though and essentially all I got to say is I love her, I miss her, I want  need her.  So I guess I'll move on to another topic...

Looks pretty good to me. If only it was that simple. Just strike through your problems. Oh well. I'm just thinking to much to be able to write it down lol so I shall end here. Tune in next week. (Just said it for the effect dunno when I'll write summit else).

I've Moved!

Yeah I thought I'd move my blog to here... why? Because my .mac subscription was gunna cost crazy money and I only really use iWeb so I refused to pay on principle. :). I'll move some of my posts over to here but not all I think we should let the past be the past hey.

Peace out hommie

Gareth x