I don't know what it is, but over the last couple of months, I've been getting more and more angry about things. Not like "grrrr" kind of angry, but like "I want to smash peoples' faces in" kind of angry, and I don't really know why.
It ranges from mundane things to entire governments, and so I'll give a couple examples here of what has made me really angry this week (in no particular order).
1) The BBC. Now, I love the BBC. Their output is without a doubt the best quality in the world. With the exception of CNN and AlJazeera, no other television company has an output stretched so vastly across the world. However, the stupid people at home are fed up that the BBC isn't showing hours and hours of reality television and 'game' shows, like all of the shitty networks like Channel 4, five, and Bravo are. Thus, they object to paying the licence fee (around £0.50) a day. This pays for 9 TV channels without adverts, an advert free online catch-up platform, a fantastic news and weather organisation, 6 nationwide radio stations plus at least 15 digital and local stations, free phone apps, free live events, at least 5 full orchestras and a choir, a research department that gave us recorded TV, live international broadcasts and interactive TV, important learning resources online and elsewhere, not to mention the commercial arm of the BBC which produces some of the highest quality media tie-in stuff you'll ever find (books, magazines etc.).
Anyway, that 50p a day is too much for people, and so the BBC is being forced to cut back it's operation by 20%. That means, shitloads less new television, more repeats, smaller budgets, 2000 job losses over the next few years, not to mention more cheap commercial outsourcing, which'll make the BBC more like a private sector organisation every single day.
Also, I'm pissed off at them because I tried to watch the last episode of "Doctor Who Confidential" on the iPlayer only to find it's only available in HD, which my iPhone tethered internet connection can't handle. ie. unless I pay fuckloads for a huge internet connection, I can't watch the stuff other people can. Cheers for the public service BBC.
Enough of that, I'm making this article much longer than was needed.
Briefly then, I'm pissed off at my flat mate, as out of the whole day, every time he referred to me, he used my old name and gender pronoun. Not that I have a huge problem with this, my problem is that he does not acknowledge that he's done it. I'll usually answer with a "who?" or sometimes just a glare, but then I get the response of "Well I've done it now, I'm not going to correct myself, I know I did it."
I think he probably thinks that as there are still people who know the old me, it shouldn't offend me if he doesn't try and at least get my gender correct.
Slowly reaching the point of wanting to smash everything up and go and die in a hole somewhere. Metaphorically... for now.
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