I have a friend..

I have a friend who is so unreservedly brilliant I can hardly believe it. She is so elegantly unaware of her brilliance in a way that is admirable rather than pathetic; she does not dislike herself, but is more reluctant to believe the complimentary things that people tell her, as if not wanting to jinx the wonderful words frequently used to describe her. She is pretty, and funny, and brave. She stands up for things she cares about and refuses to let people hurt others. She is so inspirational and somehow she doesn't believe the impact that she has, or could have, on others. She is a writer; an artist; a poet. She is not afraid to show her intelligence. I think we could all afford to be a little more like this girl.

'Life isn't Fair'

...The expression is used endlessly, but for the last hour or so I've been really, really thinking about it, and it's so accurate - life really is so unfair sometimes. It's all well and good for people to say things like 'life is what you make it', and I agree, to a huge extent - but sometimes things happen that are just so unbelievably unfair and it just isn't right. For example (and this is just a little thing, please excuse how inevitably superficial this will sound), my car got scratched fairly badly the other day when it was parked in the car park of my gym. My first thought was 'Okay, accidents happen, we've all gone into someones car before', but seconds afterwards I just felt angry - very, very angry. How dare someone have the nerve to do that to my car and just leave it? To not even leave a note, and to accept the fact that the car may belong to somebody who they know from the gym - even just in an acknowledging-with-a-smile kind of way? It makes me sick to think that people can live with doing things that will hurt other people - from stupid things like scratching a car, to horrible, sick and twisted things like rape and murder. It is so unfair that people can set aside their guilt and carry on with life after committing such disgusting crimes.

I think the main reason for which I avoid watching the news is because it disturbs me so much to hear about all the awful things which are happening, day in, day out. People laugh at me for being so out of touch with reality, but is it that important to hear about just how disturbing the real world can be? Okay, I guess in a way it is, and the truth is I do find out about current affairs one way or another, but I think my life would be so much easier if I was completely oblivious to it all. I'm sensible and well-educated enough to know I shouldn't walk home alone when it's dark or talk to strangers, but the fear of being stabbed or attacked on a night out can really ruin things, and it shouldn't have to. Someone once told me that half of the attacks that happen these days are based on previous attacks, like replica crimes. I'm not sure how true that statement is but it sounds fairly plausible and it disgusts me.

I had absolutely no intention of going into this subject at all; I'm glad I did though, I feel like I have let out a lot of emotion in the last ten minutes.. consequently I feel a lot better. Maybe I'll be able to sleep now.

Welcome...

...To my first post. For those of you who don't know, the title of this blog refers to my initials rather than whichever obscenities spring to mind.. And for those of you who don't read very much, my URL is a reference to one of my favourite books by one of my favourite authors - I'm neither broken hearted nor the type to blog about it. In all honesty, I have never thought I was 'the type' to blog at all. I certainly won't be connecting this link to my Facebook page or anything like that - not that there is anything wrong with that. I admire a person who can write freely and allow people to read their writing. I'm just not that person. I will find it a lot easier to be completely honest knowing that few (if any) people who I know in 'real life' are reading what I write.. Is that odd?