Journal: 26 November 2006

by Dawn Hunt

 

I hate what this society’s coming to! 

 

Today a female police officer called me on the phone.  She had the idea of installing “big brother” in my back garden to keep out the little hooligan bastards that keep going back there and throwing rocks, because they think they can and, because their parents (or maybe just a parent) lets them roam the streets like animals; with no respect for people or themselves…  I hate sounding like an old out of touch parent, but I don’t think I’m out of touch.

 

In fact, I’m more bothered than most and my kid isn’t running the streets at night.  In fact, to the other extreme, my kid might be in an insulated bubble of protection and health & safety overload, but I know despite the distance between us, that he’s safe and happy.

These poor bastards around here aren’t happy, they sound more angry and aggressive by the day.

 

So, what the hell’s going on?  The one or two parents, sitting around watching Coronation Street, gabbing on the phone in a cloud of cigarette smoke or maybe out working somewhere.  In the meantime, here I sit – going out alone in frustration.

He called, to say he wasn’t coming today because because

The pub will be full of the types who see me but don’t speak to me.  They’ll be mediocrity hanging around like cobwebs and freshers full of hormones, with bulging wallets.  Man, the absurdity of the western world!

 

Other societies have their own share of problems, usually a lack of the basics that are totally taken for granted here.

Other societies might be embroiled in political conflicts they can’t get it together and sort it out; but they don’t necessarily have the same kind of slow social decay we do.

Watching society deteriorate, is like being in a slow gradual sinking boat with no way out – nowhere to escape; as the strangling tides pull us under and what we’ve created is our own hell on earth whirlwind – churning away about to erupt from the mounting pressure.

 

Oh do I really wanna go to the pub?  Or, should I stay here, go to bed and fake it – pretend it’s not all happening and bury my head somewhere and my hands in my books?

Should I brave the fact that, I don’t feel or look at all sexy today – in my trackies and stuff to keep warm; I ache in places and need a shoulder, a massage, a voice of reassurance that, it could be worse and after all, you have yourself to rely upon…

Of course, as always!               

 

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