I want to travel.

I've lived in England for almost 12 years now. Half of that time spent where I currently live, and I've got to say, I AM BORED. I want to leave, I don't even care if I just explore more of England, I just want to get out and explore. I don't want to see the same faces, the same streets, or go to the same places as I have been doing for nearly seven years. I have this sense of adventure that I just can't seem to brush off. This massive desire to pack a few things and just disappear. How amazing would that be, to just leave all your worries behind. To forget about the monotony of your life and vanish into thin air. I constantly think about how amazing it would be just to go and explore everything I could, even if it involves living on the street, the idea of how spontaneous and how adventurous seems like a dream to me. So yeah, my only official new years resolution is to travel more, to experience more and to just get out This is the only thing I know for a certain that I want to do with my life, is travel. I just needed to get my desire to travel out of my system. Jeff

National Poetry Day

Hello all,

It's National Poetry Day, so I thought I'd share two things with you. One is a poem I wrote myself a while ago about old people and old fashioned values, and the other is a poem that means something to me, but I'm going to post it in video form because I can't find the words to it anywhere.

Old People

I love old people

I love their old fashioned views

That politeness should always be on cue

And that if we ever falter

Sticking together would make us a new

I'm a firm believer of the smile in the street

The ones to people you're not even fussed to meet

You just want to make someone's day

I'm in favour of the friendly good morning to a person you've never seen before

Just because somewhere in my heart lingers some hope that

That person takes your spontaneous friendliness and turns it into a real smile

I'm not talking about smiles with your mouth

Anyone can do them.

I'm talking about the smile that not everyone can see

The smile that's in their eyes or in their cheeriness or

In the possibility that they might be friendly to another stranger on the street and make someone else's day.

That's what I love about old people.

Young people are too cool,

Too stubborn

Too stuck in the artificial reality that if you don't know someone that they're irrelevant in your life

That's where my view differs,

I believe that the world is one massive web

Everyone's connected some way or another

And by saying hello to that one person in the street that the cycle will go on

That in turn the person who I passed on my friendly hi or smile in the street will pass it on again

And this will continue until when one day I'm feeling rather rough and some perfect stranger full of the joy that's been passed a long will smile or say hello and just make my day.

-Jeff Cosslett

For those who managed to stick it out through my poetry, here's a poem that means a lot to me:

Jeff

Beliefs

So in the past month I've had the same discussion with about a few people after they've found out I was religious.
The first one after finding put I was Christian laughed at me and then questioned my beliefs, pointing out that the fact that I do physics as an a level was grounds not to believe.
The others were fine with it, a little surprised because I don't openly tell people my beliefs, but we're otherwise fine with it.

Now, this post is not entirely about the reactions people have towards me, but the reactions people have against people with beliefs different to themselves.

Religious nuts.

I seriously don't like big religious preachers. The idea that only your belief is the right one for everyone annoys the hell out of me. The first thing is that there is no actual way of determining whether which religion is THE right one for the whole of the known universe, or if religion and faith is a thing that actually exists. With this in mind, for people to then go around and force their views onto other people is not only going to make them question your beliefs more, but should also make you question your faith. Knowing what you believe in should be a journey and an experience in itself. People should be able to go through and do the research and find out which specific religion it is that they want to be a part of, or if they want to be religious at all.

Stubborn Athiest.
Get over yourself. Yes you chose not to believe in a higher power or religion. That does not make everyone who did stupid, or wrong. One of the brilliant things about religion is no one can justify it being wrong, because it cannot be proved wrong or right. People generally have a reason for believing or not believing in something, maybe you should be accepting of their opinions because forcing your views on them makes you just as bad as religious nutty preachers.

All the best,
Jeff

Snow.

I love the snow. I love how it is after it's just snowed and everything's covered in white. Everything seems so much brighter. The only people who then go out in the snow, are people that love the snow too, and are therefore happy people, or are people that HAVE to go out and then aren't in the snow for very long. I love how when I walk anywhere on the morning after it snowed, people say good morning to me, and genuinely mean it. I love how I can't be unhappy when there's snow everywhere, I just feel as if I'm a little child again and want to dive in the snow and roll around and play in it. I don't even mind the cold when it snows, it all just seems like the side effect of something beautiful.

This has led me to the conclusion that when I move out, I want to live somewhere where the summers are warm hot beautiful summers, and the winters are snow filled and beautiful.

Christmas.

Why hello December, nice to see you and all the ridiculous Christmas hype you bring.
Most people spend this month doing two things, rushing around for Christmas shopping and spreading fake joy.
December's my grumpiest month of the year, there are quite a few reasons for this. The first is probably hereditary, my Mother doesn't like December or Christmas either, so being brought up by someone who has a massive dislike for Christmas joy probably doesn't help. There are far too many reasons to stress. I have exams coming up at the start of January, Christmas shopping to sort out, and just general eurghness (yeah, I know that's not a word...). Living in England also means that December is bloomin' freezin'. something that my poor African body STILL cannot cope with and so I spend most of the time hibernating or covered in warm things. I also dislike the fake Christmas joy that comes. The rest of the year, it's like I'm just a spot on the forehead of society, December rolls around and everyone wants to be best friends. It just doesn't really make sense to me...

I figured that I don't go out much, I only realised last night that the Christmas lights have gone up and have been turned on in town...

Perhaps I should stop being a scrouge, but it's hard to break a life time tradition.

Also, I'm upset because I don't have an advent calender.

Rargh.

Oh, erm, hello there.

I'm not going to acknowledge the fact that I haven't blogged in a while and just blog....

So, there are a few major things that have happened in my life. I recently turned 18, which is quite the milestone, I've managed to survive a whole 18 years without dying or being seriously injured. This is something I spent ages looking forward to, and then when it came 'round it was kind of 'meh'. This may have been influenced by the fact that I don't currently have any ID. My passport was sent off to get my provisional, and over month later, it still hasn't come...
Which brings me to my next point, I've moved house! It's sort of a complicated issue in the fact we still own the old house and only moved out because my stepdad's house is bigger... Okay, that isn't actually that complicated but yeah...
Since we moved I've started this annoying habit of listing good things and bad things about moving. The bad things are generally the fact that the house is out of the way from everything, there's wallpaper on every wall, and carpets on practically every floor. The good thing's are that I finally have my own space. I no longer share a room, I managed to nag getting both the TV and the computer from the old house in my room, and I have a swivel chair with wheels so I never have to walk around my room again!
Effectively this means two things, the first is that I shall probably be blogging more, and the second is I got a pay rise which means that my list will be easier to complete!

Just thought I'd let you all you know.

Drunken women.

On Saturday I night I went out with family, to go and have dinner with a family friend. On the way we passed this rather drunken woman and because it looked as if she was trying to get into this car we stopped to check she was okay. Her reply was that she'd never been so drunk in her life. So, my stepdad who was talking out the car to asked where she lives, she answered that she lives 'round the corner and asked for a lift. Now, not only was the car full, but this lady looked as if she was at the point of drunkenly throwing up, and so he said no, but turned 'round and said 'Jeff'll walk you home though' to which I get out the car, take the keys off this lady so she doesn't scratch our car and hold her up. So with this drunken, cider stinking woman slumped onto my side. She kept repeating three things over and over again. These being that she was so sorreh, that she was so embarrassed and that she'd never drunk so much in her life, this was often followed by her telling me that she'd never drink again. 

Despite the fact that she repeated those, I couldn't help but feel as if she was chatting me up, she enquired as to which football team I supported, about whether it was my Dad in the car, and then asked me if it was my Mum or my girlfriend in the car. Not only was she asking such odd questions, but her hand kept on slipping from my shoulder to my arse. Not only that but when we got to her drive she had to go over to our car (which was following slowly behind) and say thank you to my parents, telling them that they have a really nice son and that she wouldn't mind taking me home. I was quite worried at this point. I finally get her to her door and unlock it, give her her keys and put her through it. She then turns around and goes in to full on kiss me. Now me being extremely worried at this point, turn and end up being kissed on the cheek by this drunken lady.

I got back into the car and complained about cheek smelling of cider.

It really sucks to be a good guy.