I am borderline crying at how sassy this person is
ROLL BACK THE ATTITUDE
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How to Scramble Eggs with Gordon Ramsay
1. he seems like a chill mofo to hang with
2. what the hell have i been eating my entire life
THE FUCK… I’ve been doing it all wrong =__=
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Dark Energy & Dark Matter via Chandra X-ray Observatory (Illustration: NASA/CXC/M.Weiss)
“The two largest pieces of the Universe that we know the least about, yet nothing less than the ultimate fate of the Universe will be determined by them.”
My son had a spot of dot-to-dot homework to do for school (learning about even numbers) He wanted to colour it in afterwards, so we left him to it. We came back to this, he had chosen to colour the princess in this way. He didn’t make mention of why he did it this way and we were careful not to make a fuss over the fact he had coloured her in not as a reflection of his own skin tone. What I’m trying to say is that ignorance and hate are taught values. My son doesn’t see a difference in a person based on their appearance. He’s 5 years old and is more human and grown up than so many ‘adults’ that I know and see today.
Months
It has taken me nearly 4 months to even look at any material that has been published about my old band with regards the last release I played on. The mixed emotions I feel while reading it send me in an utter spin.
Pride, anger, defiance, hurt, more pride.
That my last chapter with the band was held in such high acclaim, that my personal (‘Amongst Crows’ being the last track I recorded with the band and definitely one of my proudest moments in terms of drumming) swansong has been lauded as one of our finest song writing moments has made my heart swell and a slight smile of satisfaction comes across my face.
That my leaving was fully brushed aside and ignored still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. There are days I have pangs of pure rage because I struggle to understand and fathom why I was so willfully ignored. I am fully aware that I should let it go, but it still comes strong in waves of anger and hatred. I struggle to let those destructive emotions go and I truly wish that I could.
Four months down the line and I still struggle with the realization that music and a band should not define me. A surprisingly hard lesson to learn.
