Sunday 26 October 2014

Liking and Disliking.

You know, there’s a person out there in cyberspace who I think is not only the most interesting person I’ve ever encountered, but whom I’ve also grown to like immensely. This is unusual for me.

I like lots of things – kids, animals, birds, trees, fog, good coffee, alcohol, chip butties… but rarely people. This one I do.

So what is it about a certain person that makes you like them? That isn’t as easy to answer as it might seem.

What really worries me, though, is when I find myself miming to girl band songs.

And isn’t it infuriating when you settle to watch a good video accompanying a good song, and suddenly there’s an ad banner stretched across the screen which says Your computer is slow? How many shades of offensive are contained in that presumptuous little slogan? But at least it converts your suicidal tendency into a homicidal one, so I suppose it does you a sort favour.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

By and large, I approve of your list of liked things (as if you need approval). Except... I wasn't sure what a chip butty was. Then I looked it up and doubly approved.

In my years of reading this blog, I believe this is the darkest I've seen you.

JJ said...

Interesting you should pick up on that, since the post was made during a rare period of relative lightness. During the really dark times I don't post at all. Who would want to hear about it?

The darkness is partly driven by circumstances and partly in my head. The reasons are under constant analysis, but all I've come up with so far is that it's one of those times when all you can do is turn your head into the wind and hope to stay strong enough, long enough not to get swept away.

I allow myself one chip butty a week; it's a matter of maintaining standards. The term 'butty' is commonly used in Liverpool to mean 'sandwich.' Back in the 80's, most British police cars were painted white with a red stripe along the side, and Liverpudlians referred to them as 'jam butty cars.'

I happen to like you, by the way, which doesn't go amiss.