Cutting Parental Ties: On Guilt, And Why I Won't Go Back

You might be wondering, "why your feet"? - it's my dad's genes I've to thank for those toes.
For the past three and a half years, I've barely talked about either of my parents. Even the very word itself, especially in plural, feels extremely foreign because I've not really been able to use it even before those three and a half years. I've not really mentioned my father much anywhere for perhaps just over double that, so when my mother died in January 2013 the word 'mum' became as odd a sound to come from my mouth as 'dad' and 'parents' already had.


I'm Swiping Left On You

Like fifty million other people in the world, I've used Tinder. In case you're unfamiliar, it's a location-based dating app where you can anonymously view a person's profile and either pass (swipe left) or like (swipe right) which then leads to a match allowing the exchange of messages. The last time I used it seriously and actually met someone off there, it resulted in a year long relationship (miracles do happen!). However, it took a hell of a lot of filtering to actually find somebody I might've been remotely compatible with. Don't get me wrong, there were certainly plenty of people in my area to choose from with no shortage of profiles popping up for me to rate, but even without being extremely picky about my potential suitor, I noticed a pattern emerging in the deciding factors that lead me to swipe left. The same issues cropped up again and again and it got me thinking: are these guys I'm turning down actually aware of why they might not be getting that many matches? 

Flicking through them all, there were definitely a few descriptions stating that they hadn't been having much luck and, after deleting the app and coming back again later a few times, I also noticed the same familiar faces still on there with the same photos, and same stale witticisms about themselves (and if you've ever had the pleasure of reading @VixMeldrew's #VixSwipes, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about)

So lads, why exactly am I swiping left on you?


Things Not To Say To A Notebook Hoarder

Lobsters: because what's not to love??
I have a confession to make: I'm a notebook addict. A hoarder, even. I have an overflowing shelf on my desk dedicated to towering piles of books I've never written in, and some haven't even had their plastic wrap taken off since I got them. Yet in spite of having an abundance of books just begging for even a hint of a pen's touch already, I've still happily dragged several friends around for hours hunting for yet another to add to the collection. I can sense you fellow addicts nodding in agreement - this all makes absolutely perfect sense right? Apparently not. Plenty of my friends and acquaintances just don't seem to get it, like it's something completely ridiculous that they can't get their head around. I know, I know. You've been there before too. You've heard it all before, and this post is for you.

Product Review: The £5 iPod Shuffle

I know what you're thinking: that's a pretty big claim to make, right? If I were reading that title instead of writing it myself, I'd be right there with you shrouded in skepticism. I've been on the hunt for an inexpensive MP3 player lately; nothing all that fancy so long as it actually worked, was easy to use and wasn't too much of an eyesore. Imagine my intrigue, then, when Primark of all places announced they would now be stocking MP3 players of their own. I looked for reviews before making my own purchase, just to see what other people's thoughts were, but they were so scarce I decided to go ahead and buy one anyway. Afterall, if it turned out to be a total flop I've hardly broken the bank, and if it turned out to be great then that's a total win-win situation. Considering the only feedback I found on these were two unboxing videos on Youtube, which if I'm completely honest I don't have the patience for, I was pretty excited to put this together regardless of the outcome. 


On Losing Your Mojo

It's been 25 days since I last wrote anything new on here, but not for want of trying. Don't get me wrong, I've had plenty of ideas and plenty to say - snippets of which have managed to make their way onto Twitter. I've told myself several times throughout those 25 days, today's the day I sit down and bloody write something, but it's failed to happen because I simply haven't felt like it. I've either felt too down, too tired, too apathetic, too frustrated and even too energetic or too happy to make myself concentrate on creating something remotely intellectual. Most of it boils down to the simple fact that I'm simply not getting the same thrill from my blog these days as I did when I first started almost a year ago.
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