The Truth About My Posts

I’ve been asked a couple of times why it is that I post basically the same things across all of my social media and, to be honest, there’s a couple of fairly simple reasons:

1. I’m not intelligent/creative enough to think of enough unique ideas to post different things on each platform.

2. With a few exceptions, damn you all, different people tend to follow me on different platforms, as such most people are never aware that I’m creatively bereft and recycle all of my posts.

A While Ago This Image Came Up On My Tumblr Dash...

A while ago this image came up on my Tumblr dash and, being currently somewhat dissatisfied with my employment/general living situation, I ended up going off on a bit of a self indulgent rant. I re-read it this morning and came to the conclusion that it's a perfectly valid opinion, though it doesn't contain any information that most people aren't already aware of, so I've decided to post it on here too:

There's a fairly simple explanation, traditionally as people get older they get richer. Conservative values and policies generally benefit the rich, so the older people get the more they benefit from being conservative. That is not happening with this generation, largely thanks to conservative values and policies, the financial landscape has changed. Rates of pay at the lower end of the job market have stagnated, the majority of employers are no longer interested in their employees happiness and general well being, as they’re seen as an easily replaceable commodity. Meanwhile, house prices, and housing costs in general, have risen at way beyond the rate of inflation, meaning that many young people can no longer afford to get on the housing market and are forced into the rental trap. Couple this with rises in the general cost of living and it's gotten harder, and continues to get harder, for normal, working class, people to make and retain money. Basically we're poor, we’re getting to a stage in our lives where we should be seeing our hard work pay off, but we're not and as such conservative values and policies do not benefit us in anyway and are, more than likely, only making things worse.

Urghhhhh... (For The Lack Of A Better Title)

It’s 3:20 am and I’m lying in bed awake again. I feel like I should write something, but I need to sleep. I’m tired, I’m drained, I feel like I don’t matter, I’m so done with existing right now.

More Late Night Thoughts

I lie here in my bed, it’s well after midnight and my mind is racing. I’m thinking about my poorly paid dead end job, money worries, getting up early, having no real free time and the general futility and mundanity of life, it’s depressing. I eventually find the comfy spot in my broken, lumpy bed, I’m wrapped up warm in my duvet and several blankets. There’s a hazy smoke in the air from my pipe and burning incense. My room is lit by a single small candle, it’s burning low, flickering and on the verge of sputtering out. My window is wide open letting in the cold night air and the gentle sound of the rain. I’m slowly beginning to relax, my mind finally begins blocking out the background noise of my thoughts and the sounds of the inconsiderate coming from outside. The real world is melting away and my mind wanders to my own personal happy place.

I’m in my bed and my mind is quiet. I’m comfortable and wrapped up warm in my duvet and several blankets. There’s a hazy smoke in the air from my pipe, the fireplace and burning incense. My room is lit by the fire and a single small candle, both are burning low, flickering and on the verge of sputtering out. My window is wide open letting in the cold night air and the gentle sound of the rain. If I listen carefully I can hear the wind in the trees and the faint sounds of nocturnal woodland creatures avoiding the downpour. My old stone cottage was built at the end of a lane on a small hill, it’s full of books, rustic furniture and the smells of cooking. It’s not in best of conditions, but it’s cosy and dry and I know enough about DIY and building to keep it that way. There’s trees on 3 sides of it and a small garden full of herbs, vegetables, a wood pile and a couple of small animal pens on the other. I don’t have a lot, my lifestyle is far from frivolous, but I have everything I need and my time is my own. It’s not the easiest life, it can be hard work at times, but I’m content and happy.

My alarm goes off, I wake up, shower and get ready for work. It may have been just a dream, but it’s always there and it helps keep me going.