Fragility Of Things
One of my friends, J, was attacked in Glasgow. Savagely beaten up by a group of neds (chavs, townies, or regional variation). Merely for the sake of it. It angers me. And makes me sick to the stomach. I've also had run-ins with neds in Stirling and Edinburgh. I got off lightly compared to my friend. I think D has got off lightly too in Glasgow. The intimidation and danger. It enrages me. Why should we put up with this in our grand and historical cities? Why should I have to worry that the people in my life aren't safe? I believe in Scotland, but I believe more in the fact that it's fucked.A small state which has constantly punched above its weight, a wee nation which has influenced the world with innovation and technology. And what have we become? Another developed country crumbling under the weight of progress. A population dividing when we should we uniting.
It's a place were selfishness rules. Where people don't have the time for others. There's a general predominance of taking, and disregard for giving. You look out for yourself, because no-one else will really apply the effort required to care. About others. The neighbourhood. The country. And all the other countries.
I am wholly biased and my perspective is more than skewed. My past. My present. My experience influences my perceptions. But everything is scalable. And what I see around me, in the world, reflects upon everything inside me.