Life, eh?

Lots of things seem to be going on in the world and over the past two weeks (and a little bit more), they have largely been passing me by, and for good reason. This post will be a little more personal than my previous, and a little deeper. A lot deeper, really.

On Wednesday 21st October I had to take my girlfriend into hospital - or rather, ring an ambulance to take her. This was in Huddersfield, but my midnight we had been transferred to Leeds General Infirmary - who had a neurology department. That Thursday was my 22nd birthday, but it went by unnoticed by myself and the others I had around me, it didn't matter really.

On Sunday 25th, early in the morning was when they removed the ventilator and my girlfriend passed away. 86 weeks, just shy of 20 months together. As I noticed on the day, it was also the end of British Summer Time.

A lot of things have been going through my mind since then, and if anyone has ever lost someone close, it'll always take time to fully comprehend what's happened, to take in what will be missed.

What this made me realise, and a certain amount of people who knew my girlfriend, was that we don't appreciate life enough. I don't want to end up like John Kramer (Jigsaw), but I can see where he's coming from, even if he goes by it in extreme ways. Days after that Sunday was Hallowe'en, and I read that someone had been beaten to death for trying to get his girlfriend's hat back from some cunt. Then I found this - two dead over a £15 debt.

Does no one give a shit about life anymore? The fact that they stole this girl's hat, spat in it, and then beat her boyfriend to death when he tried to get it back...what can you do against that? A £15 debt, and suddenly their flat was set alight for it.

Then you have the politicians. I'd rather not go too far on that, as there is plenty of comment on it already. But they too seem like they don't give a shit about anyone but themselves. They do what they do for all the wrong reasons, they do what they do because they hate the people who pay for them, who voted them in. They must do. We can't have freedom, cause we can't be trusted with them.

Since what has happened, has happened, I've been considering my future. I work in a betting shop, which I may have mentioned before, but I feel the need to move on at some point in the near future. I was saying to a close friend, I want something where I help people, where I'm in contact with people and helping them out. People who might not have had the best start to life, or ruined what they had.

Then we have fake charities, and so checking for a charity which helps people but which isn't funded by the government (or us, to be more precise) is hard - but a different subject.

So, to finish off. Losing someone is hard, and trying to realise that they're gone is never easy. Some people don't care for life at all - and maybe that's because they have nothing worthwhile in their life to care about. Politicians are shits who would gladly sell their own mothers for more power, more money and more of their own security. Fake charities may well outnumber genuine charities.

And to quote a nice little proverb I've just found, you never miss your water until you well runs dry.