[my views on your views on your religion]

Honestly I couldn’t care what your beliefs
are. As long as you’ve found something
that gets you through the day and also
means that you respect those around you.

The seems to be a strange trend among
my contemporaries to have a major
dislike towards religion and the believers
therein. If a man [or woman] is seen on
the high street [or where ever] and is
seen to be trying to inact other people
into his/her faith. My friends tend to
mock and see them as fools. Sometimes
going up to them and trying to pull
apart the belief it may have taken them
years to build up.

But. Like I said, they have something
to get them through the emptiness that
is sometimes life.

Faith is a strange thing. And it is also
something that I don’t think I could do,
to think that I would live my life trying
to abide by the rules of a being I cannot
physically see to go somewhere after
death I couldn’t possibly comprehend.

Ah well. Do what you like, just be happy.

[the thought is the same but the language is lost]

I text you whilst drunk
My thoughts and feelings are out
Finally you know

[note to self]

I was going through the guardian’s website
randomly looking up articles. Much like I
do on Wikipedia, I read one thing then tend
to follow a link on a related subject and I
can fall into this endless quest for knowledge
for about two or three hours. It’s a bad habit
and I should be reading my backlog of books,
but, I’m finding it fun these days to read up
on things that surprisingly interest me.

Anyways, whilst looking I came across an
article based around an older article by
Stephen Fry [who is, by all accounts, a
bit of a god]. In the article he basically
wrote a letter to his sixteen year old self.

It’s a lovely article and I really think you
should read it. If you want too click [here]
and if you want to read the original article
click [here]. What I though I would do
would be to write a letter to my eighteen
year old self.

Heya Rich,

Now I know your not a big fan of being called
Rich over Richard, but trust me, it’s one of
the meeker things that change in your life
over the next three or so years. A big one
would be that that bad habit you kind of
started yesterday, comes back stronger and
its gets much worse, but it does go away, trust
me. And you learn how to  deal with things
better. It takes a long time and a major ordeal
with a loved one, but it goes away. I’m not going
to lie, you will think about it alot, you learn
to deal, trust me.

Your little bro, finally starts to take an interest
in music and you and him start a little band
together like Jackie and Keith always said you
should. You do the vocals whilst he plays and
to date, you’ve made a handfull of songs which
you can be proud of. And you’ve received a few
nice comments along the way.

You actually are what can be considered a heavy
drinker these days. You kinda drift in and out of
it from time to time. So look out for that and don’t
take it too far.

You still practice photography, but in my mind
thats all we do, practice. There have been a few
weddings, ALOT of gigs and some parties. You’ll
find that that habit of being able to get along with
anyone works amazingly. Never lose that. Ever.

If I could ask you to do one thing, thats to try hard
at college. I’m not saying that you will be unhappy
in three or so years, but you will wonder from time
to time. So concentrate and get it done, and most
importantly get it done well. Theres not much else to
say to you really, you will have some amazing
experiences and obviously ones that are so terrible that
all you can do is take lessons from them.

Thats it, done. Blah.

[green]

my phone rings, lights up,
the screen shows me your name
I smile, then say hi

[museum day is fast approaching]

On the 18th of May it is International Museum
Day, a random fact for me to give you I am
sure, but hey,

http://icom.museum/imd.html

I’ve got a busy few days ahead of me, I’ve got
to go out tomorrow night. Which although
is nowhere near the norm I do believe it will
go on until the morning hours of Saturday
morning.

Then I have to go to work. This is making
me giggle while I write this because it’s
been a while. Then I have to try to get out
of work early. Because straight afterwards
I’m going to Brighton. Top fun. Lucky I have
Sunday off hey.

I’m actually looking forward to Brighton as
well because I haven’t been in ages, like two
years methinks.

Recently I was tidying my room and came
across a novel I was yet to read thorugh and
then I found another, and another, and
another so I decided to list them. I have to
read 23 books with a page count over 7000.

This is going to take forever, good thing
I like reading so damn much, or maybe
it’s the buying books side of it? =]

[another love haiku]

Sitting with my book
Waiting at the train station
I look up, your there

[now the tops of buildings, I can see them too]

useless and lonely

[just a quick thought]

In the day and age where money is
no object and anything is in some
way or another available to everyone
it has become more and more apparent
that people are only going after the
things that they can’t or in more cases
that none, shouldn’t have.

This can be the case with all things, including
that of relationships and what people feel
they need in their lives.

But, like a lot of things I could be wrong.
Ah well.

[no boat nor bridge, or crucifix can hold me back]

Today, at work, my friend Andrew
and I were standing about on the
shop floor. It was a quiet time, where
there were no customers and little
to do.

So obviously we fill the time with light
hearted conversation. During which he
turned to me and said

“It must be fun to be you”

“How so” I replied

“To not have a care in the world”

To which I replied with a quick remark
of something or other and carried on
with the day, but like most things that
people say to me recently it does not
sink in straight away. It waits in the
back of my brain for a few hours and
then hits me full force in the face whilst
my mind maybe contemplating other
menial things.

If we were to look at another example of
how my mind is slow but powerful. I was
walking around Bluewater Shopping Center
last Tuesday where I happened to happen
upon a friend of mine. I asked if I could join
and she said yes. Now as we were walking
around and I was doing my usual habit of
trying to fit as much information about as
much as possible in the little time that I had.

About fifteen minutes into this, whilst she
was sitting enjoying a cigarette she looked up
and said;

“Richard? Does it scare you that we’re adults?”

“Not at all Steve, it’s an adventure” is all that
I could come out with. But whilst I was on the
bus ride home. It started to sink in. I’m an adult
now, does this mean that the fun is over? That
the time spent absent mindedly was wasted?

Not at all, although since that conversation
it has scared me slightly to realise that I’ll
soon be 22 [22? fuck]. I’ve got a plan, as loose
as it is, I have a plan. Come the middle of August
and that when I’ll start the travels. Europe will
become my bitch. Till then I have to stop the
travels otherwise I’ll be stranded.

It’s annoying that Steve can still get into my
head, haha.

[I can't believe that it's always like this]

[I've gotta go travelling again with
my best friend, I've got a feeling
that travelling around Europe by
myself for a month is actually
going to be a bit lonely]