Discrimination

In my mind, "Discrimination" doesn't mean what it does to most people.

To me, its meaning very much depends on what follows...

Take this example. Go have a look - it's laughable. No, really, it is.

The summery of the article is simple - here's a few choice quotes.

..women are still being treated like second-class citizens.

men and women use their fingers and nails differently, why does Apple persist in this misogyny?

What is this discrimination? Is it the subjugation of women in the kitchen? Unequal wages? Sexual slavery? Complaints about pensions being more expensive because women live longer?

Well, no. They're complaining that because they have long nails they can't use the Apple iPhone as ably the rest of humanity.

To me, this is another case of Discrimination that is so self obsessed that it's beyond belief. The people who are really discriminated against are amputees, those with neurological conditions unable to control their fingers well enough to touch tiny parts of the screen. The elderly.

To complain about discrimination because you can't use an object you chose to buy due to you also wishing to appear a certain away is, to me, insanity.

But that's just me.

Am I insane, or is it the rest of the world?

It's been a while - so I return with drugs

After my last post, I didn't quite feel like posting again for a while. It seemed to touch a nerve - or heart perhaps, mine and others.

Still, even I can't hide forever. So I return, with one of the many Opiates of the Masses - for there are, after all, so many.

This one is everywhere.

It surrounds you daily, circling your mind as it flirts with your memory. It teases from you recollections and people you've not seen for years. Today, I had another fix.

But I didn't have the week, commercial grade stuff you get on a day by day basis. This wasn't musak in a lift, rock belted out on a radio or even rap driving the sanity from your mind and driving you to kill.

This was worse. For music that you merely hear is like a touch that only ever reaches your skin. Music that you sing, that you are as it expresses hopes and dreams - that, my friends, is the thing that touches your heart and leaves you weeping.

Today, I was once again singing with the choir.

Yes, I know it was wrong. Still, I went back into that den of evil and iniquity knowing the hold it has over me.

Singing with the top tenors (not my usual second tenors....I know, unclean, unclean!) I once again fell in love. Once again, the Phantom of the Opera.

And like a drug, you can't stop there. Youtube is there, with all the songs you know and have ever heard. The Musical Addicts heroin. First, the "Music of the Night". I couldn't help myself. Then "All I Ask of You". "Point of no return"...stopping was impossible.

Till I return to the last post, with a song to pierce the heart - it always has, and always will.



Everyone has their own drug - this one is mine.

Painful words

Think of the most painful word you can.

It's not love, nor hate. Pity, guilt and joy...none of these hold the heartache.

There is one word we avoid more then any other. So much we have dozens of ways to not say it. Cya, so long, farewell...'till later...have a good time...

All ways to avoid that sentence that holds paragraphs of things unsaid and undone. Misery held in a single word, alone.

Goodbye.

Always spoken with fear - fear that we may never see someone again.

Goodbye.

Said with a strained voice. The hope that you've said enough. Voices crying to you that there is no "enough", only more things to say.

Goodbye.

You say goodbye to everyone, or them to you. Mother, lover, sister and friend. No one is there forever. Always you say-

Goodbye.

Again and again, you hope to never say it again. To see them one more time, before saying-

Goodbye.

And once again.

Goodbye.