Reality vs Imaginary

What happens when these things become merged in your head??????

Wheres your filter people

Why is it that people can't filter what begins as the thinking process in their head and what then comes out of their mouth.

Man I can not believe some of the things I have heard in the last few days.

But then again I know I do it to.

Do we really believe the things we say in order to be able to say them???????

Too much thought for one day.

Just Breathe

'I've been driving for an hour just talking to the rain'

'You say I've been driving you crazy and it's keeping you away'

Just Breathe - Michelle Branch



How many chances do you have to watch slip by, how many friendships do you have to destroy, how many people do you want to hurt before you realise that it's all in your head.



And then when happens when you realise that?



U Snap out of it - instantaneously.



Surely such madness, such childish wanton behaviour should be easily to recognise.



Some great person, the author eludes me just now made the statement -

" I am my worst enemy"



But apparently it will all be all right.



I have nothing to fear, nothing to cry about, nothing to worry about.



Because it will all be alright.



If I just Breathe.................................

Screw you guys, I'm going home - Eric Cartman

As with all important philosophies in life the creators of South Park got in one with Eric Cartmans line 'Screw you guys, I'm going home'

And pardon me for using an Americanism that I really rarely resort to -
But 'Like Man' - what the crap is wrong with the world.

Come to think of it what is wrong with me. I have two mobile phones, two computers, and take my ipod absolutely everywhere.

Anyway - my rantings today stem from that one bloody inane, stupid, fucked up, ridiculous, sham of a freakin system that is called customer service by just about every major fucking money scamming entity out there - Banks, Insurance Companies, Retailers of expensive and unreliable goods, Internet and Phone Service Porviders, Utility Companies - and that is the useless fucking rort of call centres.

Want to apply for a home loan, buy a phone, buy and ipod, connect your electricity - wonderful. Go to a nice little desk with some cheery little people or ring and get straight through. Then once they've got you in, you've signed that contract BAM. The shit is on - they get to fuck with you big time.

Need some basic information - like wether or not you are covered for the operation you just found out you need to have - please hold for 20 mins to be told that the money you have been paying for the last three years only gives you %30 cover - despite what the nice little man behind the desk promised. Another 50 cents a week would have done it. Now you will need to pay the $2000 gap.

Problem with your internet connection. Phone someone in another country who you will proceed to spend the next half our so trying to spell out your full name and the suburb you live in. How come their internet connection works all the way from India? Telstra's obvioulsy got the international lines worked out.

Need an appliance looked at. Sorry Maam - you live 2 km out of the Metropolitan area so it will take us at least two weeks to come look at your machine. Did I pay as much as some that lives in Toorak???????????????????????????????????????????? Probably more because I bought my appliance from a store 1km out of the metropolitan area.

Forget Road Rage. I have post traumatic stress induced from dealing with pissy little wankers on the other end of phone at different call centres nearly every freaking day.

In the words of Eric Cartman -
"Screw you guys, I'm going home"

Where I don't have a house phone, or a door bell and I can screen my cell so that I don't have to take calls from any of trying to talk to me about my freaking mobile phone plan or upgrading to a platinum credit card. You don't want to talk to me when I need it - I ain't giving you another freakin call centre sale.

Bring back real people in real customer service centres.

Give our Aussies Back there jobs

Drug Addiction - One day it might be someone you admire or someone you know - or it might even be you

So let me cast aside the fact that I am a West Coast Eagles supporter for a moment. Actually come to think of it is that even a pertinent point? I mean there are factions within our supporter base who feel just like a lot of the Cousins Haters out there.

One of the thoughts I want to put out there is that is that there is absolutely no way in a million years that Ben Cousins is the only AFL player that is addicted to illegal substances, or not even just illegal ones - what about booze or prescription meds. Let’s face the facts - a large majority of our population succumbs very easily to the ills of society be they legal or illegal. It’s something I know a lot about

I’m not justifying Cousins actions and saying that because he isn’t the only one that it’s ok. But after seeing the sights at the Hawks and Geelong training matches and the Grand Final Parade today I think we should question the culture of footy and wether or not making these guys into Demi Gods is going to make the situation better or worse.

Ben Cousins was idolised like a god in Perth - he may have been a Junkie wether or not he played football or became a garbage collecter.

But what happens to these new players coming up into the spotlight and gaining all this attention in the media at the moment. What happens to Buddy next year if he sustains an injury and finds himself needing pain medication just to get through the game - or a couple extra beers to get through watching the match if he’s forced out for the season and has to sit on the sidelines.

We see the glory - we see the amazing feats - the brownlows, the coleman medallists, the rising stars, the comebacks from injury, best on field, heralded retirees.

We see the disgraces - drug abuse, car crashes, drink driving and drunken displays of violence or bad behaviour.

We don’t see the in between What we don’t see is what happens when a player gets home and shuts his door. Nor any other athlete. We might see a pretty little spread in the Herald Sun about Nathan Buckley and his beautiful wife and kids.

We don’t see the injury pain, the battle to come to terms with overnight stardom, the battle to live life on the straight and narrow when every single moment of your life can be captured on film, or the stress when you face selection every week and instant relegation into the seconds and the by lines of the news with every failed hand ball. It’s like Big Brother - we get the daily highlights or the lowlights - we don’t see the struggle in between.

None of the bad stuff that AFL players do is justifiable because of this - but check out the Herald Sun report this week - where apparently one in five Aussies in there mid 20’s suffer depression, anxiety, take illegal drugs, or engage in risky, anti social behaviour. If we apply this cross section of one in five of the AFL players in their mid 20’s what number do we get????

I wish I could say that I don’t idolise the players, that I read all about the smaller triumphs and know about all the players in teams other than my own. But I don’t.I used to but I don’t. I buy AFL branded products, read the back page of the herald sun and watch Before the Game.
When Cousins makes his announcement tomorrow I will be cheering for him and if he makes a comeback next year then I will be there at the ground to support him.

For every boo he gets or every snide comment some other player out there is getting away with living the life he used to - but then again it’s much more fun to laugh it off and bag one of the games most outstanding players as being a once off idiot.

But laugh and maybe your the idiot. I’m sure you respect and love someone that has done things like Cousins - you just don’t know it yet. And People are so good at hiding things maybe you never will.

Welcome to the world of endless opportunity or is it endless stupidity................

First I joined face book.

Then I logged in every day and added people that aren't even my friends.

Like Anzac Biscuit day.

Now I have created a blog.

The interesting thing is that I already don't have enough hours in the day to do the things I love to do, like read, watch TV, and meet up with friends.

But I seem to be able to create more and more time for the virtual world.