A Change of Name

Perpetually Perturbed is a blog name I’ve had in my mind for a few months now, and the only thing that stopped me from using it was the importance of my name coming up on Google. The old name (and new tagline), Kristian Richmond’s Musings and Meanderings, was not only a mouthful but incredibly ham-fisted. The only reason for this was because I wanted anyone who was searching for me (that’s you, future employer!) to be able to find this blog easily as an example of my non fictive writing.

Well anyway, fast forward to today’s somewhat less than mind-blowing seminar about making a WordPress blog. Whilst learning all about how to make a WordPress account, I came to realise that since I have my full name as the domain name for this site, I don’t really need it in the title, too. So I went with the idea that’s been floating in my head for a while, and now the place feels fresh.

There have been and may be more changes to the blog coming soon, depending on what this theme supports and allows me to do. Watch this space! And if you’re ever curious about just what changes I have made, I record all of it on the Changelog page.

Anger, Change and Evolution

I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and – all joking aside – that’s something I often try to avoid doing. My mind has this wonderful habit of spinning one idea off of another until I’m bouncing them off the walls faster than they can form… which would be great, if these ideas were to do with writing stories. More often than not, however, they’re related to one of two things: the current state of society, and the current state of myself. But that’s a story for another time, and the fact that I don’t try to distract myself from thinking like this anymore is, I hope, somewhat progressive.

The main things that keep popping up to me are how people react to change, and how angry everyone is at everything. No seriously, everything. It’s unhealthy. Find someone on the street and they’ll happily rant to you about how fucking ridiculous the government is. Speak to a gamer and they might tell you about how the state of their chosen gaming franchise is going downhill as if it’s the end of the world. A bus arrives five minutes late due to unavoidable traffic and the driver is treated like he’s just murdered the customer’s puppy.

And I refuse to be a hypocrite here. I’m certainly no meditating, nature appreciating poet. Hell, if I take a few moments longer to do something than is necessary, I’ll swear; earlier I told my shoes to fuck off for not getting off my feet quickly enough, decorated my bed with a few choice obscenities for making me swerve to avoid it in my unnecessary hurry. And I can’t help but look back and wonder if it’s really worth frowning so many times in a day. I’m sure many people reading this will be the same, although probably not quite as worked up about the taking off of shoes… I’m getting pretty bad.

In regards to change, people lose their minds when something is no longer the way it used to be, whether it’s for the better or not. I’ve seen it countless times on the internet at least, where a website will simply change its layout and people go freaking nuts. You’d think the changing of an alignment was on par with the culling of a species the way the reactions can sound. The thing I’ve come to realise over the last few years is that change is good, and that a failure to let go of version A when version B rolls around is a serious problem. For example: we all love Bulbasaur (and if you don’t then leave this blog and never return). But when it comes to beating the game, you’re going to have to train that adorable little critter into the mighty and unstoppable Venusaur. And although it may seem ridiculous to use Pokemon as an analogy, it fits in with my next point.

Evolution. (No, not still talking about Pokemon.) The evolution of the self is a startlingly important process and if you shy away from it, you’re essentially dooming yourself to walk around in circles for the rest of your life. It’s why my secondary school friends think I’m absolutely nuts and my university friends think I’m… somewhat less nuts. I hope.

My favourite part of fiction is usually a good bit of character development, because that’s the part the echoes our own universe no matter what the genre or topic. Whether it’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man or Doctor Who, the development of the character always mirrors the changes I see in people as years pass, and whilst many go on about “You’ve changed” or “Remember the good old times” or “The world has moved on*”, I’ve found that when you let go of times passed and focus on the present, you’ll typically find it’s for the better.

So to be angry at change is as ridiculous as being angry at Venusaur for no longer being Bulbasaur. And whilst I accept that some changes are worth getting angry about (looking at you, George Osbourne) I maintain that it is never, under any circumstances worth getting angry about change for the sake of change. Unless you have no spare change for the parking ticket and that’s what you’re angry about. That’s always a bummer.

*yes, that was a reference to The Dark Tower. I’m still in the middle of it and enjoying it wholeheartedly.

I Lost My Voice

For the entirety of my life I’ve been an extremely non-confrontational person, mostly because I consider getting into arguments to be a waste of time, energy, and mental stability. But today I scrolled past something on my Facebook feed and realised that if I didn’t stop to say something here, I may as well lock myself in a cell and throw away the key, because that’s about as much use as I’d be.

I’m a human like anyone else.  I have the right to have my own opinions, and to voice them. I shouldn’t restrict myself from doing this just because I’m afraid I’ll be met with some sort of dispute which would lead to the dreaded “confrontation”. So yes, I should speak up and not be afraid that I’m the only one who thinks that legalising weed is the dumbest idea since Google+, that depending on alcohol for a good time is just as bad, that this culture of constant parties is childish and that many of its party-goers are foolishly irresponsible. And as much as that makes me sound like the least fun person in the world, I shouldn’t care. And I won’t say I don’t, because that would be lying. But that doesn’t mean I should shy away and be silent forever.

This silence I’ve grown accustomed to has become worse and worse over the last few years, and the repression has taken its toll on my mind. Keeping my lips sealed means that the unvoiced opinions bounce around in my mind, sometimes for hours, causing incessant chattering and causing more damage than any so-called confrontation could.

Drugs are bad, too many feminists aren’t for equality but the downfall of men, religion shouldn’t confine people’s freedom, atheists shouldn’t shit on religious followers, critics of most kinds are overpayed and damaging to creators, most publishers in any industry are money-stealing corporate-heads, democracy isn’t democracy when it’s as manipulated as the society we live in, every realist’s a pessimist and for the love of whatever deity you may or may not believe in, if we don’t pay more attention to mental health soon it will be the downfall of all happiness because it is spreading like a wave and the internet is only making things worse.

I could go on but I’m probably not important enough to sway your opinions with mine. And quite right too. Just don’t do what I did and stay silent for so long that you begin to lose sight of who you really are. Everybody has an opinion, and even if you don’t want to step up and voice it, make sure you don’t hide behind something when you’re called upon to make a stand.

Oh, and anyone who thinks that swearing is indicative of low intelligence and a lack of professional thinking can royally go and fuck themselves.