For life's little ups and downs.

A rather quirky, funny and sometimes daunting look in to the life of someone who has a lot of health problems but does their best to keep positive. Punctuated by guinea pigs, anime, superheroes, transforming robots and cross stitching.

I started this blog to tell my story, about who I am and what I do. On top of the health problems and raising awareness for those, I also use my blog as a way to help promote other causes, particularly ones which affect the most vulnerable. I live with a number of different and complex health problems but I refuse to let anything get me down. I know how it feels to be discriminated against or thrown aside. This is me. This is my life. I live it and do what I want with it. Nature sets the limitations. We set the boundaries.

About Me:

A blog about life. I live with Bi-Polar Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder as well as Type 1 Brittle Asthma, Various Allergies, Neutropenia, Chronic IBS, Osteo and Rheumatoid Arthritis, PCOS and Osteoporosis and Heredetary Spastic Paraplegia. I live with these conditions, but I refuse to let them keep me down and out. I still try and make the most of my days despite being so poorly and having to rely on my wheelchair, nebulisers, nearly 50 pills a day and 2l/min of oxygen.

I'll flap my broken wings and erase it all someday... You'll see.

Saturday, 12 February 2011

What is the Point?

I mean really, what is the point in playing your music so loudly that it rattles all the flats in the surrounding area? Using music to "drown" out when your arguing and probably hitting your pregnant girlfriend? Being frankly obnoxious and pissing everyone off, just because you feel hard done by? THEN complaining that the chronically ill person next door is using a machine that is helping them when YOU want peace and quiet. In a nutshell, what is the point of being an ignorant toss-pot?

My neighbour is really starting to get my back up and I just get annoyed with the sheer hypocrisy of the whole thing. When HE wants peace and quiet, we have to whisper and I am not allowed to use my nebuliser without threats and complaints. Yet whenever he feels like it, at any time during the day, night or otherwise, we have to listen to his music at such a volume that is rattles our windows, makes things fall off the walls and vibrates through the furniture. The flat is exactly the same size and layout as ours, and it is a known fact that the walls here are like paper, so why can't this person be as considerate to us as he wants us to be to him.

I think it comes down to treating people in a way that we would want to be treated. I am a firm believer in this and always do my best to keep this ideal up. I am polite and friendly to everyone I meet and am courteous, but why is society so rude? I was always raised in the idea that manners mattered and they didn't cost anything. One thing my mother did do for us was teach us how to behave around other people, not throwing a tirade of verbal abuse or picking fights just because we could. OK so at times only I seemed to take it on board, but that is not the point. It just gets my goat when people have bad manners and yet they expect others to be courteous and polite towards them. Here's an idea: BE POLITE TOWARDS OTHERS AND YOU MAY GET TREATED THE SAME. Respect isn't a given, it is earned. FACT.

OK I know I am ranting a little, but it really does disgust me how people behave towards each other at times. Throughout my life, I have witnessed or been subjected to some of the worst of human behaviour and I made it my life's aim NEVER to do that to another person. I have seen people being beaten up, even hearing of people being killed over what they wear or what music they listen to. I have been outcasted because I had health problems or mild defects (I have a squint in my right eye so it goes off centre, I was bullied a lot because of this), beaten up by my own brother because of, well, I never did find out why there, and rejected by my mother because I never became what she wanted me to be. In the YMCA, I have heard of stabbings, people being broken in to and anti-social behaviour all over the place and the one thing I always ask is "What is the point in this?" as I feel that just being like this and behaving like this "Because [you] can" is just wasted energy, time and potential.

I think people should look at how they act towards people and think to themselves, "How would I feel if someone did that to me?". I think they would be in for a shock. I really do. So maybe we should get rid of this "God Complex" we have and this feeling of entitlement to the world and everything that goes with, be thankful for everything we have and ditch the philosophy of "Do on to others... but do it first."

Loves
Wendy xx

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