Woah-oh-oh, Sweet Childhood Of Mine (Paradise Lost)
I’d like to start off by apologising for the lack of bloggage since December. Now that’s out of the way…
Over the festive period, I started to think about how things were when I was growing up and how things have changed so much.
What hammered the nail home was Santa now, compared to back then. We took Seren to Santa’s Grotto over Ebbw Vale. There was a big ‘hoo-ha’ regarding his arrival which was as magical as Harry Potter being anally violated by Dumbledore. Seeing her face light up, however, made it worthwhile.
We queued for over an hour and when we got inside it was a case of Seren hiding her face from a man in a false beard who then handed her a Cadbury’s chocolate selection bag just like the kids that had already entered this sanctum and exactly the same thing the kids to follow will receive.
When I was a kid you could jump up on Santa’s lap, tell him what you wanted and have a gift that was actually WRAPPED and more than likely different to the kid who was in before you and the one that will follow afterwards. The presents wouldn’t have been so unique no other kid had the same thing but the fact that SOMEONE had taken the time to wrap the gifts and mix them up a bit makes a difference that you may not notice as a kid, but as an adult you appreciate.
Like a thread on a sweater, I continued to pull and soon it began to unravel further…
I had never heard of a paedophile until I was in my teens; childhood back then seems magical compared to today’s stark reality. What breaks my heart is the fact that Seren and the new arrival will never experience a childhood remotely like what I and many others had.
As a society, we cannot go back. We can try to let our kids experience childhood by emulating what we had – regaining the spark deep inside that we wish we could relive our childhood. But it’s not the same.
I look around now and I see dregs of society bringing up their spawn to live like they did/do. People who blame their surroundings, upbringing, friends or anything else they can use for a scapegoat for a life they take no personal responsibility for. A cess pool of illiterate, uneducated scum that inject more and more nimrods into our society.
I didn’t have a perfect upbringing – a broken home and a deep hate for a father I had to legally visit each weekend until I was old enough to put an end to it. I have never blamed my background for the way I am. I never would have pictured myself where I am in life when I was younger. But, if given a chance, I wouldn’t change it. I chose many paths that gave the least resistance. But I still hang on to humanity.
Nowadays, it seems not many people know what that is any more. I swear. A LOT. But I try to curb it based on my surroundings as best I can but I still have a vocabulary outside of that that these dregs seem to replace with more cussing or neanderthal-like grunts.
To think that my children have to grow up in a world that has moved on and has no chance of ever going back to how it was pains me so much.
I often wonder how things got to the stage they are now…where did things go wrong? I come to the conclusion it started with something as simple as manners (or lack thereof) and the other behaviours/attitudes etc followed suit. People just a couple of years younger than me probably set the trend and then we got de-railed as a society. Their sense of socialising is via BBM or some digital replacement for actual conversation/interaction. They lack work ethic, etiquette, an understanding of human nature and such an introverted point of view that even a sledgehammer wouldn’t be able to stir them from the comatose and docile state.
The riots last year are a clear reflection of the type of degenerates I am talking about. No one can think for themselves, they succumb to peer pressure too much and follow like sheep to fit in. They have little or no knowledge as to how the world works and therefore can’t see the impacts of their daily actions ahead of them.
Every marvel of human nature is being defied and defiled by these cretins that have caused life to change for the worse. I will be damned if I let the world, as it is today, consume my children. They will be brought up better, in the hope that youth can regain at least some of what made it special.
I guess diff generations face diff growing up journeys, but at least of generation always has a taste of something good.