Binary Thinking.
s I reassert myself after years of Croydon Oppression I will make a lot of 'this is what I want' posts. It's quite normal. I'm simply clearing away the rubble from the fighting, seeing what's left, and then switching it back on.
Feminism is an utter piece of crap these days. What once was is no more.
I do miss the olde party-scene days. They were hugely fun, and VERRAH shmexy, and the music and fashion was wonderful. I have MANY good memories from those days. But...
The Cocaine. All those paranoid idiots getting more and more violent. The old ways don't exist anymore, and the new ways are far too rough.
I'm not looking for The One. I'm looking for someone, sure; but it won't be anyone. It's something one of the old crackhead netgoths said. I wasn't promiscuous ( they called it Poly, but it was about promiscuity on this occasion I assure you ), so I must be looking for Fairytale Love. From a lass who insisted that if you watch enough porn you become an expert on people... Or not, as the case actually is. Yeah, she wasn't the brightest.
Now I freely admit I'd love to run off with Ladyhawke and live in a castle and roast marshmallows, but that's a pipe-dream. In the real word I know that that will never happen, so I focus on practical stuff. And that means no substance abusers, really. I don't actually believe in Fairy-tale love. I believe that relationships are forged from working together to survive; as that is when you find out whether the person is truly trustworthy or not.
Let's put it this way.
Yummy.
Argh! Kill it with fire!
We come from different worlds. My world is pikature A, and your world is drunk B.
And I get attacked because these drunks don't want you knowing about my world. Why? Because then you'll realise that said drunks are not The Cool Kids. And then you'll leave them.
Plus, being honest about it, I'm 40 not 14. I feel no major urge to prove anything, as I am already bad-ass.
Binary Thinking is when you can only see one option or another. When you can only see promiscuity or Fairy-tale Love. One extreme or the other. There is no middle-ground for a Binary Thinker. And the harm they do is terrible due to how extreme they are.
They kill the arts, let's put it that way.
So no, no Fairy-tales for me ( I don't believe in them ). Life is a practical thing, and if she is bad-ass in a practical way I will definitely respect her. If she's foul she'll be avoided like the plague.
After that it's friendship. If we can't even be friends you know sex is not gonna happen ( as there is no trust ).
Normal stuff. My eccentricity is in how I dress. It's not in my money or drinking/snorting/smoking. I do likes a dandy get-up, sure; but then I'm not ready to retire to slippers and a pipe just yet.
There is a whole world out there that has been banned from the High Street for entirely commercial reasons. If you don't know it exists you won't take your custom there. You'll just sit in the same venues handing over the same old cash whilst listening to the same old wanky pop or metal. And the same old lying managers get to get paid as they sterilise your life of anything fun.
Me? My world may be smaller geographically, but artistically it is huge. And it is banned in Croydon. Hence why I got out.
I still do not regret hitting the eject. There was nothing left; due to idiots, drunks, and junkies causing too much trouble.