London the Behemoth

This was a long time coming.

First of all, my apologies that the blog remained updated for so long, there isn't really much of a reason than I just got bored with blogging. But I'm back now! To fill your pretty little heads with my mad ramblings (see tagline).

Well London; what to say really? I could rage against you, act like the teenager that I've barely managed to shake off and tell you I hate you and I wish you'd die in the glow of a thousand atom bombs.

I could write you a love letter thinking of all the magical times I'd had here, my friends and I exploring your vast walkways and beatific parks.

But all of that's stupid, London isn't an enemy or a lover, it isn't a field of dreams or a land of nightmares.

London is simply a city.

There's something about this place that makes it feel cold and unfeeling. Perhaps it'd be better to stop blaming London and instead look at it as a fortress, being attacked from all sides (don't worry I'm not about to go on some stupid anti-immigration tangent).

There's things about this place that are exclusively British that are part of the problem, but being such a huge city with so much influence coming from a globalized world has just made matters worse. There has been a marriage between the British way of acting (that is pure cynicism, the inability to express emotions or 'emotional retardation' as I like to call it, the over-reliance of alcohol to 'get through' social situations) and more annoying international trends (hyper-individualism to the point of empathy being an alien concept, ridiculous consumerism, fake irony or 'lierony').

I have always found solace in these things from my friends, however recently, due to people moving away to university and whatnot, I've ended up feeling very isolated. Even people still in London can live in areas that London refuses to connect easily, making journeys somewhat similar to Dante's Inferno. Sure, this is gonna be solved for me in about 6 months when I move closer as I myself go to Uni and move in with some friends. Right now I'm stuck behind London's invisible walls.

I have always said that Britain combines the worst of Europe, with the worst of America, London is the concentrated form of such a place. The only answer I can see on the horizon is to leave, something easier said than done.

If all this seems confused and muddled, it's because LONDON is confused and muddled. A problem that no-one knows how to solve or in a lot of cases, even wants to.