Opinions are funny things.
When I started this site, oh so long ago, I thought it would be a nice place to put down my thoughts and musings. That’s why I eventually called it Head Rambles – because it contains the thoughts that ramble into my head. Logical? Maybe. Maybe not. Who gives a shit.
I love doing it, because I can give vent to my various opinions on such vital matters in life such as why someone keeps dumping a shit outside my gate every day, or why we have such insane laws. Opinions are great things, because without them, we would become an amorphous mass with no individual thought, which seems to be the way the world wants us to go.
I am a bit of a rebel. I don’t like being told what to do or what to think. I rebel against a society that orders me not to drink on Good Friday because it offends someone else’s opinions, or not to smoke because people don’t like the smell of it, or a society that tells me that I am incomplete because I don’t have an iPad or a mobile phone that tells the world where I am at every God given second.
Some people may say I am opinionated, and I take that as a compliment. I know my own mind which is something that seems to be severely lacking in modern society. I don’t believe all I hear or read. I steadfastly refuse to feel inadequate because of an advertisement.
The funny thing though, is that when I have an opinion, I can get severely criticised for it. I like that for two reasons. The first is that maybe I have woken people up to have an opinion of their own, and the second is that it amuses me.
Why should I be amused at someone disagreeing with me? Because I am not God [yet]. What I say is my opinion. It is a thought – a head ramble. It is not law, nor is it a moral dictat. If I say something is shite, it doesn’t mean it is shite; it means I think it’s shite, so why would anyone get upset at the thoughts in my head?
Of course there are those who are upset by my opinions, but frankly that is their problem. After all, there are many out there who are of the opinion that I am a shit writer, humourless, begrudging and a carbuncle on the arse of society. Fair enough. That’s their opinion and they are more than entitled to it. I will even agree with some of it.
As I said, I love writing. I love using words, though at my age, I’m beginning to remember fewer of them. Writing keeps my brain active and is a lot more productive than solving Sudoku puzzles. I have made many friends through my writings and I value those friendships.
It is also a lot fucking cheaper than therapy.