Well, for all those well acquainted with Seth McFarlane's magnum opus, you'll understand from the title of this particular post what kind of blog this is going to be in majority. I enjoy complaining, I find so much to complain about that if i didn't enjoy it, I'd have probably seriously considered suicide by now. By complaining, we let ourselves settle into that glorious state of 'Ranting', when our speech is unshaken and powerful, and more importantly passionate. The best and most powerful speeches in history have effectively been complaints. Go on, think about it. "I have a dream", complaint about oppression. "We will fight them on the beaches", complaint about a famous moustache with aspirations of world domination in the name of the 'Fazzerlandt'.
Complaining is something considered to be quintessentially British. I would agree with this if I did not live in Britain and everyone surrounding me wasn't so incessantly optimistic. Unfortunately, I do, and they are. Don't get me twisted, there is nothing wrong with having a positive outlook; except that when your positive premonitions aren't fulfilled, your self-esteem plummets along with your expectations. By taking a decidedly more Murphy-esque approach to life and opinion; rather ironically, you find yourself to never be disappointed with an outcome. Hell, sometimes you even exceed yourself.
So, that said, let this be the beginning of something I have been putting off for a couple of years that everyone said was a good idea. More than likely, i'll forget about it in a month or something, but it's an experience nevertheless. And how could i rightly call myself a teenager when i have yet to force my opinions on people who i feel need telling via the internet?
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