Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Blip: Blameless society

A group of youths were on the television earlier, complaining of how their lives are steeped in melancholy because they can’t find jobs and nobody treats them seriously. To set the scene: these young people were draped inelegantly down a set of rough, stone steps, leaning on the brickwork and railings as if weighed down by some malevolent force or chronic fatigue; they were dressed in the height of chav apparel, sporting hoodies, trainers and tracksuits and they spoke with the familiar uneducated twang of criminality and general malaise. 

When asked if they are trying their hardest to find work, they replied in the affirmative, albeit with no particular vocal effort, and when asked what they do all day they perked up and stated rather happily – finally showing some spark of passion or interest – that they bonded together through friendship and music. Initially, perhaps this sounds like the rhythmic wailings of slaves or the morose odes of entrenched soldiers using their passion to see them through the difficulties that they are faced with; on closer inspection, this was not the case. 

They showed the journalist a side-garden, by a block of flats, that they practiced their reported melodic talents. Their excitement was, in fact, not aroused by a stirring rendition of ‘Ave Maria’ sung in harmonious ‘a cappella’ style, nor was it an uplifting blues medley vocalised by a range of different earthly and wholesome sounds, such as clicking fingers and tapping heels. It was, actually, one guy banging ineffectually at a guitar while the others arhythmically bobbed their heads in the same dejected manner that morons and mental patients exude after a days confused ablutions; one of them also treated the listener to a rather strange appropriation (or misappropriation, as it were) of rapped lyrics in an unsuccessful attempt to provide variety. 

The overall effect of this spectacle was one of disgusted, but silent, disappointment. Anybody can see that these folk were doing nothing to actually better their position and were choosing, instead, to waste their days and jump on the bandwagon of moaning at everyone else and taking no personal responsibility. I could understand and sympathise, to a degree, if they were working hard at improving their music and it had something to it; at least then they would be showing an amount of proficiency and effort in something rather than sat around bitching. 

If they really wanted a job, they could get one. They could be studying near enough anything; they can’t get into school because of their scummy appearance and terrible social skills but the internet has just about every resource you need to teach yourself anything for free and there is no excuse if you don’t take advantage of that. Pop and I are studying calculus, HTML/CSS, a number of languages and countless other practices out of our powerful desire to improve ourselves; there is no reason why one of these youths couldn’t do the same or, at very least, learn how to speak properly and how to write properly, how to present oneself formally and how to adopt a professional attitude when it comes to matters of work so that could apply themselves usefully. 

Ultimately, it boils down to the joint societal problems of responsibility and blame; people are no longer held accountable for their own actions; people blame Mcdonalds for them being fat and ugly, they blame knife and gun legislation for their being stabbings and shootings, they blame a single decision of an education ministers’ for their idiocy. People will find a way to blame anyone but themselves and we are all complicit in breeding such a dysfunctional situation. 

If you are on drugs then the responsibility of coming off them and of everything you do while on them is entirely on you. This applies to more than just the law; the populous needs to grow up and start accepting their faults and their mistakes without passing the buck so that they can move past the problems and come up with solutions and improve themselves for it. 

Regardless of if you attach a medical condition to it, or a drug addiction, a social dysfunction or awkward and random circumstance, if you break the law, go to jail, do not pass go and do not collect £200.   

Blip (insert signature here)

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