The Age Of Eternal Youth

Are you a grown up?  I don’t mean an adult, which is only a legal number, I mean a proper head-on-straight, capable grown up.

I’m not.

Please don’t misunderstand me, if there is an emergency then I deal with it (and cry into a large drink afterwards).  But as I’m there, putting out the flames, I’m busy thinking “I’m too young for this!”.  At 28 I suspect that isn’t strictly true but that is what my subconscious brain keeps screaming.  How can I be a grown up?  I still panic at the thought of bad hair, I still have to ask mum/google how to defrost a freezer. Those are not signs of maturity.  And it is everywhere around me.

I won’t pretend that I am the first to have noticed this.  You will have seen reports about the growing number of comic-con attendees, heard about the Bronies, noticed the silly t-shirts being warn.  The term man-child came into being recently (stolen from The Jungle Book) to explain this embracing of a second youth.

It may be something to do with society.  In developing countries where your time is spent fetching water and trying to grow crops in arid conditions you don’t really have time to think about if the new version of Thundercats is as good as the old, even if you were able to watch them.  You don’t have the energy to waste.  But I would imagine that the people there still, in their moments of thought, wonder what they did to deserve this and how the hell they are going to manage.  They may not think they are too young, though sadly they often are (although can anyone really be old enough?) But the feeling of not coping will likely still be there, even if the means to put it aside aren’t.

That, I think, is what it comes down to.  We are in a world that we feel we can’t change.  You look around and you see poverty, you see yourself stuck in a job you hate, you see elderly uncared for, the NHS falling to pieces.  You see so much and you know that any protest you make will be ignored.  So we go back in ourselves to a happier time, to childhood, and the cares there.  The interests may have moved on, alongside cartoons and comics there are action films and computer games but it is still immersing yourself in a world that you don’t need to influence.  It is a more innocent world that you don’t need to worry about because it will take care of itself.

So when you come out of it you panic at dealing.  You wonder just how you will cope.  But you do of course. 

One more sour note with this – I’m afraid it isn’t something you grow out of.  I feel I’m too young, my mum wonders “why her?”.  The only reason my gran doesn’t is she has children and grandchildren quite happy to tell her what she should be doing!

This was meant to be a light hearted entry but it evolved.  Sorry about that.  However to sooth you after this I suggest you watch Old Jack’s Boat on CBeebie or the iPlayer.  It’s aimed at 3-5 year olds.  Enjoy!


The Bad Samaritan

I recently watched The Departed.  For those of you not familiar with it the basic premise is a cop undercover as a bad guy and a bad guy undercover as a cop.  It works, and they are successful, because they dress and act the part.  The one pretending to be a cop has the full button-down, deferential attitude required while the cop-come-criminal plays the angry man to a tee.  Everyone there believes them; they have no reason not to.  Although the audience know the truth the plot works because people see what they want to see.

Dr Harold Shipman was able to become Britain’s worst serial killer because he gave the impression of the caring doctor – one who even went out to see his patients unasked for when they were dying.  It was no wonder people apparently put him in their wills!  No one suspected him for so long simply because he played his part so well.

We hear sometimes of the most unlikely people helping out – bikers doing toy collections for example.  They make the news because we are surprised, although why should they be less human simply because they dress in a certain way and like different things?

What really shocks us to the core though are those people who are meant to be doing good but aren’t.  Cleaners who steal from vulnerable employees, careers who abuse their charges, nurses who leave patients begging for water.  These cases are incredibly rare but when we hear of them we are rightly appalled.  It is not simply that they are paid to do a job – by accepting that role they have agreed to take on a persona, even if it doesn’t come naturally, and to be honest and fulfill it. We start to fear that if these few people are able to disregard this moral contract it might be widespread.  It’s not, but the fear has entered our hearts and we lose trust in image dictating behaviour.

In some ways this is actually a good thing.  I don’t mean people abusing their position (there’s a special place in Hell for them as far as I’m concerned!) but maybe we shouldn’t think that an image dictates a personality.  The heavily tattooed man could spend his time helping at a hospice, the sweet looking little old lady could be a right cow.  The point is we don’t know until we have spent time in their company.

And the Bad Samaritan of the title?  Once again there has been an accident victim robbed by someone supposedly helping him.  They have a seat in Hell right next to the others.

So it begins…

This is it.  I am finally getting around to what I have said for a long time I will do and started a blog.  It’s going to be a bit of a mish mash – things from my life, things from other people’s lives, stuff i found interesting,  craft, baking and anything else that appears.  

One thing it won’t be is in support of any political party.  That isn’t to say that I don’t have views that might fit with a party but some of my other views will fit with another.  I am very confused basically!  So if I say something it’s because I think it, not because I want to promote something.  But that will be pretty rare anyway.

There are a few things likely to crop up.  Dementia – how it effects lives. Because it really does, not just the sufferer and their carer but all those around.  And despite the best efforts of those doing the work there just aren’t the resources to go around.

Complaining!  Now please understand; I am a nice person who
doesn’t like complaining.  But it was recently hammered home to me that if companies don’t know what is wrong then they can’t improve it. So complaints (provided they’re done nicely) are actually a positive thing.  But if you do go down that path then be fair and praise the things that go right too.

Food and craft.  For me these things go together.  Both are about creating and both have loads of sites already devoted to them online.  So I think I’ll add one more.

Beyond that: who knows?  Wish me luck!