Piece by piece; little by little

Things seem to be disappearing. Disappearing from my life, from everyone's life, from all existence.

And what is it? Life perhaps...............?? I don't know, nor do I understand it.

I found some old pictures on Saturday night, and looked at memories of what once were. While I don't wish to dwell on the past, occasionally it's nice to sit back, and just remember that no matter how I think and feel now, I haven't always thought and felt the way I do, and I wont always think and feel the way I do now. Everything is moving in a semi-forwards motion. I say semi-forwards, because the outcome of this movement seems to be going backwards.

I got pushed into the road in front of a car once, by the boy that lived next-door. I ran all the way across. My dad witnessed it, and it must have been one of the more heart wrenching moments of his life. I was only five or six. I got grounded for a day, and it was a couple of weeks before I was allowed to go out properly. I wasn't allowed across the road, or round the block. Instead I was allowed to go up and down the path.

When I was younger I had a bike, and I'd ride that bike all damn day. I'd often ride as fast as I could, just to prove to myself that I could keep up with the boys.....I remember that there was a corner that try as I might, if I went round it too fast I'd fly into a prickly bush. I did it so many times, and I never managed to get around it at speed. My other challenge was riding down the middle of my street no-handed all the way, only to grab the handlebars at the end to fly over the hill.

I'd play football, and though I was never all that good at it, I gave it a go. We played hide and seek, 50/50, there was a tree swing at the bottom of the road. We called the tree the lightening tree, on account that half of it was missing.

I do not remember what or how it happened, but the SNES had made it's way into my life. Then came the stereo. Then the lightening tree went, and we went to a different tree on the other side of the estate. This one had a rope and the swing was higher and faster, and much more......swingy. And I continued to play out during the day, and SNES it in the evening. And gradually the SNES became more prominent. If I wasn't playing it, I was watching my uncle play it, and my little brother. I remember when he first started to play it. He must have been about 3, and picked up the controller, and all he could do was push the left directional button. and we'd watch Mario get got, he'd die and the same thing happened over and over and over. Eventually he learned what to do, and became far better at it than I was. He became an addict, to the SNES, then the Megadrive, and then with each new games consul that came out, we got, and he played, and played and played.

I look at the world around me. While technology has advanced, people haven't. In fact people have most certainly gone backwards bit by bit, piece by piece, little by little. Technology in some ways is great. it has to be siad that there are some benefits, but it seems to be taking people away from being. Now there are a million channels to choose from...to watch complete rubbish. One thing is for certain they'll never run out of daft ideas to make a program out of. Some things you see on TV are just ridiculous, but then each to there own, and while there is a barmy audience out there, they'll make them.

What was the point of this blog?

Oh yes, I'm not sure what is drifting away...I am and I'm not, but this forwards to the backwards stuff that's going on will be the end of us, of everything.

People my age and younger, have lost a very important ability. What that ability is I don't really know, but it has been lost to a reduction of interaction. Interaction is no longer necessary. And when people do interact they don't really. I always rememebr my brother having friends around, one of them would be on the computer, another on the game boy, another playing the playstation, sitting in complete silence....except the occasional *pow* or *yeah*.

I played with myself, running around with mums scarf over my head, pretending to be a rabbit until I was about 12. I played with Barbie until I was about 12 too. When I was younger I had wicked imagination, but I was ridiculed by some friends for still doing that sort of thing at my age.

Friendship is bizarre. If someone is a friend you shouldn't ridicule them...should you? Surely you should encourage what it is that they do, even if you don't think they should be doing it. If a kid wants to play with Barbie and My Little Pony way beyond what was expected, then why not. Play Barbie with them.

Okay, I have no point, I don't have a clue what I am going on about. I just needed to jibber jabber a bit to take my mind off other stuff!!