
Just did this test on politicalcompass.org to see what's going on with my political leanings. I'm still none the wiser. Please don't tell me I'm a poofy liberal! Am I a poofy liberal? It did get me thinking though, what do I even believe in? By that graph I'm clearly leaning to one side rather than the other but not in a dramatic way. I suppose that's good... I'm not Hitler, but I'm also not that...that...that communist one.
Help please? The test is good to take actually. It's at www.politicalcompass.org I've always been more of Gordon Brown's bitch than one of Cameron's masonic homies, but I'm not entirely sure what to call myself.
And thus I am brought neatly to our need to label everything. What's wrong with sitting at home listening to The Smiths? What's wrong with being 'just like everyone else?' Yes, one shouldn't be led by the crowd, but if you genuinely enjoy something that everyone else happens to like, then why should you sacrifice your enjoyment just to be different? Isn't being an anti-trend following another trend?
Also Riggers, I think we have misjudged the one to which you refer. I know that I have a tendency to be judgemental, and I think that's what's happened with her. We never stop to consider the fact that perhaps the reason people are universally liked is because they're actually nice; maybe they deserve to be universally liked. Imagine how people judge us! I know Beth Smith's convinced I'm a lesbian, and you can sort of see where she's coming from.
I'm pretty butch-looking, I've got a deep voice, I over-use the word bastard and have an unhealthy obsession with Scotch Whiskey! I'm a sixty-seven year old bloke! I would like to clear up, once and for all, that I'm not actually a lesbian,(the knee-licking incident aside,) although sometimes I imagine it'd be a lot easier to be in a relationship with a woman than it would with a man. No, I find men far too endearing to get over-friendly with the ladies. They're so cute with their awkwardness and floppy hair and stubble! *.*
Yeah, sorry girls, but I'm off limits. It's Ok, I won't judge you if you cry.
Between you and me, guys our age are a bit spazzy at the moment. There's nothing wrong with widening your radar...No, sorry I can't keep it up anymore; I'm only saying that because only men in their late twenties/early thirties/mid thirties are desperate enough to find me attractive! XD
You know that bald dude who kept trying to ply me with vodka at the bar? The one who was about three foot seven? I subtly hinted about my age by mentioning the GCSE results I'd just got? Well he basically went:"You're sixteen?" and then carried on looking smug. That was right before he tried to introduce me to his friend 'Manky Pete' who was pissed as a fart and kept staring at my chest. Happy days.
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