Ahh Bunny, I pass down that way quite a lot. My next trip is mid May, on the way to the Isle of Man ( ritually done every year) I have some great friends down there too. Its a lovely part of the world. I'm at my happiest out in the woods. (I mean in the heart of nature)
Frank, that just sounds painful, A foot long pencil? owww
I HATE it when people assume you are of a lower social level than they are because of your accent. I still have a slight accent even after moving away from home when I was 18 (so been away longer than I was there now). I mix in several social circles, some of my closest friends are well to do and some arent. I can honestly say that being upper class or even middle class doesnt make you a better person, you make the person you are and social class, money, upbringing, breeding and stock means nothing in my eyes.
Class doesn't make you a better person, but it makes a difference to the privileges and oppportunities you get - and allows you to be rude to people of a different perceived class! I've seen very posh people being icily and very politely rude to someone who is not 'one of us' and I've seen and probably practiced inverted snobbery against those who appeared to condescend to me. Human pride has many expressions!
Obviously, it is what a person is that counts, but many of us will have experienced snobbery and exclusion from others on the basis of class, which actually no--one can choose and nobody earns. Even those who appear to change class through education or achievement only end up wondering which class they belong to and feeling a bit anchorless.
Pride being what it is, class will not be eradicated, though it may be changed. In America, they have supposedly abolished the old class system, but they have one, based on money and achievement, a meritocracy. Communist countries tried to abolish class distinctions by asserting that only the working classes mattered, but they soon got class distinctions again based on sheer power - and the bottom class was always the religious.
Class isn't really the problem. The problem is human pursuit of the great gods money, status, sex and power.
Here here dave. When I left my husband...I left with a rucksack of clothes and two cats. Left everything else behind. Money means nothing to me. The more you have, the bigger the problems. If I have enough for the bills etc and as long as I have enough to put in the tank for a ride...Im happy I, as have we all, lost many important people in my life. My moto is 'Live for today, F@#* tomorrow' Sorry for the language. I remember watching a cartoon with my nephew and it said "yesterday is history, tomorrows a mystery, todays a gift" I love it and it reminds me that we all came in with nothing and you leave with the same. Enjoy what you have and of all...smile when you can, love whenever is possible, help when you can and have fun
Spring is here, the earth is wakening up and lifes what you make it.
not bad language at all, at the end of the day, we are all born naked, we all fart, pee and poo and we all die but consider that we all all made of stars and we have all drank some dinosaur urine.
I have got to the age where I don't really care what people think of me. I am polite, well mannered and I think kind to others. If people don't like me that's their problem. I have friends from all walks of life, colour and creed..
I was born towards the end of the war, in a very " working class " area, but that was a long time ago, and I am a completely different person to how I was when I was younger. Life's pleasures and knocks colour how you turn out.
I'm with Sam, live for now, today is the most important day of your life, enjoy it.
Dave...you made me roar there lol. Your right hehe
Lovethegarden...here her my dear. I am always in torn jeans, muddy boots and an old hoodie or jumper or my leathers. When people say Im a scruff, I just say well...not my problem. Im happy with me. If people dont like it then thats their problem and if they have the time to worry then they arent living Im sure you have many many more years left in you to smile and make someones day.
Mum folks always say...treat others as you would like to be treated. Its that simple.
My biggest eyeopener as to how people perceive you was when I became a 'Saturday' girl, at the ripe old age of 42, (many years ago) in a bag and accessory shop. I immediately became one of the 'unwashed' and many customers obviously saw me as a surf. Rude, patronising and thought me brainless. At first I was upset, but that soon wore off and I then began to see the funny side of it. It was their problem, not mine.
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Ahh Bunny, I pass down that way quite a lot. My next trip is mid May, on the way to the Isle of Man ( ritually done every year) I have some great friends down there too. Its a lovely part of the world. I'm at my happiest out in the woods. (I mean in the heart of nature)
Frank, that just sounds painful, A foot long pencil? owww
You weren't offensive, Sam, and this is the place for rants. I think I should stop posting when I am tired.
I HATE it when people assume you are of a lower social level than they are because of your accent. I still have a slight accent even after moving away from home when I was 18 (so been away longer than I was there now). I mix in several social circles, some of my closest friends are well to do and some arent. I can honestly say that being upper class or even middle class doesnt make you a better person, you make the person you are and social class, money, upbringing, breeding and stock means nothing in my eyes.
Here's a rant.
Class doesn't make you a better person, but it makes a difference to the privileges and oppportunities you get - and allows you to be rude to people of a different perceived class! I've seen very posh people being icily and very politely rude to someone who is not 'one of us' and I've seen and probably practiced inverted snobbery against those who appeared to condescend to me. Human pride has many expressions!
Obviously, it is what a person is that counts, but many of us will have experienced snobbery and exclusion from others on the basis of class, which actually no--one can choose and nobody earns. Even those who appear to change class through education or achievement only end up wondering which class they belong to and feeling a bit anchorless.
Pride being what it is, class will not be eradicated, though it may be changed. In America, they have supposedly abolished the old class system, but they have one, based on money and achievement, a meritocracy. Communist countries tried to abolish class distinctions by asserting that only the working classes mattered, but they soon got class distinctions again based on sheer power - and the bottom class was always the religious.
Class isn't really the problem. The problem is human pursuit of the great gods money, status, sex and power.
So there!
Spring is here, the earth is wakening up and lifes what you make it.
not bad language at all, at the end of the day, we are all born naked, we all fart, pee and poo and we all die but consider that we all all made of stars and we have all drank some dinosaur urine.
I have got to the age where I don't really care what people think of me. I am polite, well mannered and I think kind to others. If people don't like me that's their problem. I have friends from all walks of life, colour and creed..
I was born towards the end of the war, in a very " working class " area, but that was a long time ago, and I am a completely different person to how I was when I was younger. Life's pleasures and knocks colour how you turn out.
I'm with Sam, live for now, today is the most important day of your life, enjoy it.
I'm just thankful I'm still here.
Lovethegarden...here her my dear. I am always in torn jeans, muddy boots and an old hoodie or jumper or my leathers. When people say Im a scruff, I just say well...not my problem. Im happy with me. If people dont like it then thats their problem and if they have the time to worry then they arent living
Mum folks always say...treat others as you would like to be treated. Its that simple.
My biggest eyeopener as to how people perceive you was when I became a 'Saturday' girl, at the ripe old age of 42, (many years ago) in a bag and accessory shop. I immediately became one of the 'unwashed' and many customers obviously saw me as a surf. Rude, patronising and thought me brainless. At first I was upset, but that soon wore off and I then began to see the funny side of it. It was their problem, not mine.