Tyme To Talk

Who's ready for another negative article? Me, me, me! Okay if you say so! God I need better jokes. People always used to say that I looked depressed, mainly because I was zoned out thinking. But now, after having depressive episodes since July, I'm beginning to wonder if they knew something I didn't. It's not a topic I discuss much - bar a few close friends of course - but I assume most of the people reading this have no idea who I am. So fuck it right? Until recently, I didn't have much of an opinion on mental health as a whole. I knew what It was, and what it had done to people. I didn't, however; understand it. No one I knew personally had dealt with it that I was aware of, and I'd never seen it's damage first hand. That all changed in the summer. I'd begun having emotional disconnects and days of feeling demotivated. To start that's all they were, and I thought nothing of it. Over time they've grown more serious and I'll get t...

I recently binge watched my way through a recently released Netflix superhero show - The Umbrella Academy. The 10 episode season covers a lot of ground, with a refreshing take on the now saturated superhero genre. Being neither a DC nor Marvel property, it's a lesser known comic property to the general public. Being among that group, I didn't know what to expect from the show, but was - for the most part - pleasantly surprised watching it. The show centres around the Hargreaves :a fractured, emotionally stunted family of 7, brought back home by the death of their callous father. The children all have impressive powers, apart from the seemingly ordinary Number 7 ("Vanya"). Through the 10 hour run, we see our characters try to prevent the apocalypse and reconcile with one another. Now that I've done the mandatory introduction for anyone who didn't know what the show was, I can get into the spoiler-filled review TUA (The Umbrella Academy) gets through a lot ...

In the last few years, I've met quite a few people, all under different circumstance. Yet I always go through the same cycle. We meet, instantly click, and get talking intensely for a few hours or the duration of whatever event it is. I get their snap and we begin talking a lot, and become close friends very quickly. Then maybe we meet up a few times, and it's great- life is great. Every day is a blessing. And (naturally as people of mutual dispositions do) We keep talking. Somewhere along the line though, it becomes harder to meet. Text conversations grow repetitive and one sided. That connection we cherished is severed, maybe permanently. Worse still, the contact decays further yet until we don't talk at all. The occasional smile being the only remnant of something once so important to me. I wonder whether it's the lack of physical contact that causes the deterioration, or whether people simply grow bored of other people. Perhaps the rapidity of the contact means...

Productivity -much like inspiration- is a fickle thing. One second you're prepared to organise your room, do all the chores that need doing, and finally get around to that article you've been meaning to write; the next, you can barely be motivated enough to move from the bed. Maybe I'm alone in this opinion. But I doubt that. It's not too dissimilar from trying to fall asleep- the instant it's moved from the periphery of your mind to the forefront it vanishes.  Lots of people will argue about what makes person A more productive than person B, but it's not as simple an answer as "they're more confident" or "they woke up earlier in the day". To take the goal of being productive and distill it down to such simplicity is near pointless. We know that attributing an unsuccessful day to a triviality like bad weather or a late start isn't the whole truth. Yet, we believe it regardless. Why?  Because it's an easy ans...

Somehow, either by some arbitrary search - or maybe even recommendation - you’ve stumbled upon this blog and the tiny little pocket of the internet it occupies. Well done! now what? well, that’s an interesting question. because unless you're me, only about 5% of the catalogue of my seemingly very chaotic posts are going to be relevant to you. that is, unless you also happen to take interest in the same things as me, in which case, hmu. I can almost guarantee that there will be no order at all, to anything I write. It could be a film review one day and discussing empiricism the next. who knows...? Well I sorta know - but that’s beside the point. The message I'm trying to relay here is this: this is an unstructured, weird, mess of a blog. There is no doubt in my mind about that. But it's also the most accurate painting of my thoughts that I can give. That sounds kind of weird, so let me explain. Say that I did film Fridays, where I talk in lengt...