I have decided to write a blog. Not because anybody asked me to or that I think anyone might benefit from the ramblings of a somewhat deranged teen. I don't have some weird and wonderful story that ties in neatly into why I'm actually writing the stuff that you're currently reading. I'm here. I'm me. Deal with it. (Was that a tad too aggressive? I'm sorry)
I could say that I'm writing to give my views on world news, current events, scandal and gossip, indeed there might be these things in here, but it is unlikely... but probable.
From a proper Christian point of view I could try and bang on about how great God is. I won't because there's no point. I'm sure you're intelligent enough to make your own little minds up. A disbelief in God does not result in a belief in nothing; disbelief in God usually results in a belief in anything. It is unlikely you'll find me on your doorstep with a bible in one hand and a grin that makes most people cross themselves, saying; "Good Morning Sir/Madam I was wondering if you fancied a talk about Christ." If I do. Kill me. It might be the right thing to do.
I'm not saying that its wrong to be a Christian. I'm saying that telling other people they should be probably isn't a good idea. "Oh hello Mr Rabbi, Have you ever thought of joining the church" You go try that and see how that works for your life expectancy skills.
Much like the author Terry Pratchet I believe that there's a fine line between murder and suicide. As dark a topic as this may seem, hear me out, it's probably not as bad as you think.
Now you see murder could probably be best described as unprovoked because, lets face it, telling a 6ft 7 skinhead that you did his Mother behind the bike shed last night is suicide, turning up to a Liverpool Game wearing a Manchester United top is suicide, wearing a fleece and trackies whilst skateboarding to the nearby shops is social suicide. A completely different concept.
Social suicide is saying that you secretly liked Jedward's version of Ice Ice Baby, or that you pose naked in the mirror. (I should probably stay quiet about the Jedward). Social Suicide is, for a certain 17 year old, about running to give your mate a hug, them moving and you bailing onto your side infront of a packed Cafe Nero.
Even the woman on the mobility scooter stopped to laugh at me...
That's all from me at the mo but I will leave you with one thing;
Borrow money from pessimists- they don't expect it back.
Adam x