This is one of those things that you heard about ages ago but some how, and from some unexpected black hole of doom, it’s appeared and it’s ready to fuck with your life. The Scottish Referendum is happening next Thursday. Dum, dum, dummm.
No I’m not about to get all political on your asses. Frankly I don’t know enough about politics to write anything decent and I’m not one of those eejits who will even attempt it.
As some one who’s lived in Scotland for my entire life (fine, if you want to include the 6 months I lived in Canada when I was 3, go ahead and be that person) and resides in the capital city, I can safely say I’m sick to the back teeth of it. I’m not sick of the idea – it’s a very important decision and it needs to be discussed but I am fed up of what it’s actually doing to friendships, families and every day common fucking decency.
What the hell are you talking about? Well I’ve watched friendships dissolve in public on Facebook or Twitter, I’ve witnessed arguments in the street and I’ve watched as people glare (and in some cases, move away from) those displaying badges of their decision. Heck, I’ve been badgered by campaigners myself – apparently I didn’t look old enough to cross the road safely alone and they continued to follow me to my door.
You know what else has driven me absolutely barmy? The inability to leave other people’s views and opinions alone. On my way to my home town a few months ago, the fields were covered in giant No Thanks signs. I returned a few weeks later and every single one of them has been destroyed.
I’ve heard stories of people refusing a Yes leaflet because he was running late for work. The campaigners response? “Well fuck off back to England then”. This guy has stayed in Scotland his entire life. Another happened recently. A friend of mine was taking photos of the Green Parties massive banner in Glasgow. After a few snaps, a man charges up to him and politely says “stop taking pictures or I’ll break your fucking jaw”.
Thankfully this isn’t the case everywhere. Recently a nice little post popped up in my news feed. It went a little something like this:
You see that kids? That’s how you react to someone having different political opinions as you. It’s not hard to be civil – you get taught that shit when you’re three.
This is a massive decision for the people of Scotland to make. No one seems to be dishing the truth out which made my choice extremely difficult. If you’d asked me a year ago, I was firmly in the No Thanks camp and then other things started appearing which made me doubt me choice. For months I uuuhmmed and aahhhed about what I should do. I even did a little pathetic wireframe of what website I want someone to create. No one made it by the way…
So who have I voted for? In all brutal honesty – It’s. None. Of. Your. Fucking. Business.
You’re all pretty awesome but I have decided to keep my vote to myself. I refuse to have my decision torn apart by other and be criticised at every possible point.
Basically it’s safe to say that this little bit of politics has driven a massive wedge between everyone and that includes folk from outside Scotland.
Please, I beg of you all. Stop being utter fuckwits to each other. You’ve all got to live together after the 18th.