I don't talk anything other than travel on this page (mostly) but how can I not talk about the one thing that has got the knickers of the nation in a twist! 🙄 yep I'm talking about Brexit. .
I have to be honest it was so present on my mind my last European vacation. I love the idea of being able to book a flight without worrying about needing a visa. It's also quite comforting to have the knowledge that once you've arrived in your destination country, the colour of your passport affords you some peace of mind knowing you won't have to go through the usual Immigragion stress. .
As the whole of Europe holds its breath on the outcome of #brexit and Britain now holds its breath on this new #voteofnoconfidence in the prime minister, I post this pic of me casually wandering in front of the #bundestag a building that represents #democracy. It's been very difficult watching the shambolic management of Brexit and the feeling of powerlessness over the future of so many. .
Not sure where I'm going with this rant, but I wonder if knowing what we know now #Britain would have voted once again as it did that fateful day 😔
This post remind's me of when #wendywilliams says she has no interest in sport except when it intersects with #hottopics 😂😂.
Mrs May with your dancing feet,
Running from Farmers in fields of wheat,
Flapping around, no hint of belief,
Saving yourself, you benefit thief,
Oh Mrs May why can't you see?
Of All the lies you seemingly breath,
Right and the left, not meet in the middle,
Trying so hard to unravel the riddle,
Backwards and forwards, we're up then we're down,
Take a good look what it does to our towns,
The people are hungry and scratching for food,
It's about time that your given the boot,
I know it's been hard and sometimes a slog,
Who sharpens the knife? It's Jacob Rees mog,
We put up with Boris, Thatcher and Major,
Camerons a prick, so I'm betting a wager,
The people have spoken we're sick of your shit!
2 years of turmoil and bloody brexit,
Tired of hearing the words that you speak,
And all of your mates in parliament street,
Day after day and month after month,
Flipping around to the back and the front,
Clever to think that you've caused a divide,
All of these people picking a side,
Fighting like wolves and baying for blood,
Horrible pigs who wallow in mud,
I know you won't listen so I'm asking you twice,
While all our children are fucked up on spice,
The people are tired and hungry for food,
It's about time your given the boot!
The following post was inspired by the title of the book I read more than a year ago. 'The lovers and the leavers' by Abeer Hoque. A book I picked up only for its title, but it turned out to be one of the best reads till date.
Here it goes
The lovers who turn into leavers. The leavers who you try to take as lovers. You sometimes have an inkling from the very beginning that they aren't meant for you. That no matter how much they mean to you, you are never going to be as important for them. You see it coming. Their absence. Your expectations. And the combined hurt.
You probably have thought about it in your head. You think that you will survive through this too. After all you've seen worse. You've felt far more unwelcome in their life while you were with them. I mean how much could this hurt? How bad could it be? Maybe that's why you have prepared yourself for it. Rehearsed the whole scene. Tried to guess the reaction. Yours and theirs too.
Then why did you have that lump in the throat? Why did you have to reprimand yourself all the time to be strong. You wanted to feel that it wasn't hurting. But it actually was.
That's when you realize that no matter how much you prepare yourself for someone's leaving, you are never going to be prepared until the precise moment comes. That every person in your life leaves their impressions in you.
That every person who leaves, adds to the emptiness. That every time you find someone to distract you for a while is creating a bigger hole inside you.
That's when you start living the froth. Showing the foamy parts of you. The prettier version. All made up. Because you don't want anyone to see the hole. In the hope that one day, maybe even you would not be able to feel it. Maybe. Maybe someday.