If you disappoint yourself, you change it and un-disappoint yourself. If someone else disappoints you, well, it’s… disappointing.
So, be yourself. And every once in a while, if you’re unsure how to carry on or you feel somehow hopeless, take inspiration from the fictional ones. Be Xena Warrior Princess. Be Tony Stark. Be Hercule Poirot. Be Brienne of Tarth. Be someone amazing.
I’m not saying that holding up two autumn leaves and taking a picture of them with your smartphone is being a hero but hey, it’s a start. #IHeartMe
This picture is cheesy as hell, but the only reason I took it like this is because I hate having my picture taken, I never have my picture taken–as a matter of fact and I run and hide if I see a camera lens approaching me–and the only part of myself I am willing to photograph are my hands. Hence this.
The kid whose hand is touching mine here (mine is the one with the khaki sleeve) is a boy who is very special to me. I first saw him a day after he was born; he’s nine now and has always been a part of my life and I have always been a part of his. Sadly, he lives in London with his mother, so I only get to meet him when he comes to visit his dad in Manchester. I will continue to refer to him as “nephew” even though that may not be the case in the future. (But that’s a different topic.)
I’ve been deliberating whether to post this picture. Posting would mean I would have to get a but personal and, like I said, it looks cheesy. But then I thought, what the hell, so I posted.
Too much shit is going down in the world today, so remember to spread the love.
I am not allowed to vote in UK because I’m not a UK citizen. (True, I can vote in local elections, but whoever cares about that. Well, maybe you do if you’re a fan of Parks and Recreation but otherwise?)
So in UK, the way it works, Commonwealth citizens are eligible vote in General Election, but EU citizens aren’t. It doesn’t matter if you’ve lived here five years or fifty. That’s why the government is able to play us like a game of chess. We don’t matter.
Honestly, it never did bother me–how much difference does one person’s vote make anyway–until the 2016 Referendum. Then it very much bothered me. You see, I have this issue with being denied a vote in something that will affect my life.
This snap election has a lot to do with Brexit, as we know. So I’ve been feeling kinda like this:
I never take selfies, you know.
I decided I’m getting a pizza on Friday, regardless of the outcome. Pizza, not politics. Like I said before, Breakfast, not Brexit. I have nothing to lose in this, anyway.
So, if you’re here and you can, please don’t forget to go out and vote!
Since I started talking about eligibility to vote, I should also add that UK citizens that have lived in another country for more than 15 years lose their right to vote. I feel I need to mention it, because those British that live in EU countries are the same bargaining chips as us.