Democracy, or democratic government, ‘a system of government in which all the people of a state or polity are involved in making decisions about its affairs, typically by voting to elect representatives to a parliament or similar assembly”, as defined by the Oxford English Dictionary – Wikipedia
The decision to vote out at last week’s EU Referendum was only ever going to be met with hostility. For some reason people are terrified of independence.
That there are suggestions some Brexit supporters regret their decision because they didn’t think their vote would be taken seriously is shameful and embarrassing. I voted out. If I was asked to vote again, I would vote out. I will always vote out. I’m sure there are in voters who also regret their decision. But of course, the reportage would tell you otherwise.
I have voted at every election. Only once has my election choice won. I have never been asked what I think about being in the EU. I do not believe we should be in the EU. I have never believed it.
This is not a racism card. This is about DEMOCRACY, it’s about a country and its own political system being able to make its own decisions without being beaten down at every stage of the decision making process by other countries who have different ways of working, different opinions and like to ride on the coat tails of other countries who are ‘perhaps’ doing better than them. There isn’t always safety in numbers.
If Remainers are now saying they want a new Referendum or that the out vote is not legally binding what is the point of having an election system. What is the point of democracy?
The decision has been made. The country will be better for it, but we have to grow a backbone and get on with the job instead of whining like spoilt children and throwing our toys out of the pram. I am disappointed in our political system, in our choices, in our public who stamp their feet and scream and shout but then want to back down. I would hope we see this through. It’s the hostility and the inability of our politicians to stand up and get on with the job in hand that is causing Brexit supporters to apparently change their mind.
I resent that suddenly since the out vote racism has become an issue in this country (as if it never was before) and I resent the suggestion the the Brexit vote was entirely about immigration. It is not.
I will be disappointed and ashamed of my country if the Referendum is reversed or we are asked to vote again. I don’t know what else I expected. I voted out. I stick by my out vote. People of the UK grow a backbone and deal with it.
On Monday I tipped the scales at 180.4lb. This has never happened before. In less than 3 months I have put on the best part of a stone. In less than 3 years I have put on just over 2 stone, gone from a 27 inch waist to a 35 inch waist and gone up to a 47 inch lower hip.
I hate myself. I have lost my self respect. Cutting down on food doesn’t work, exercising to burn it off doesn’t work.
Now that I am single, I am getting my self respect back, my dignity, my individuality.
So on Tuesday morning I began a new regime – one meal a day. Fruit in the day and a normal evening meal. I need a kick start to get me enthusiastic, and teach myself to eat less.
It’s now been 6 days. It’s been easier than I thought to get used to eating less again. So far I have lost 3 inches off my waist (where it always goes first) and I’ve lost 3lb.
Now I have got my enthusiasm back everything else will follow.
I have lived my entire life under the comfort blanket of the EU. In 1975 someone decided we needed to be attached to the mainland. And it didn’t end with the Euro Tunnel.
I resent the assumption that Brexitiers are racists. That you can’t be a Euro Sceptic without wanting everyone sent back to the war-torn Middle East. That I am a nazi.
I was blinded by lies and spin on both sides of the argument and in the end I had to go with my gut.
I live in a world where I will never own my own house, where being in business means I will always be on the edge of poverty. I want to try it on the other side of the fence. Where I am not governed by a collective that doesn’t understand my position, or where I live and doesn’t really care.
I live in the part of the country which had the biggest number of out voters. We were promised the Northern Powerhouse. Reporters suggest we shall now never have it. But the truth is that we never did. It was a spin for the last election. To keep Tory bums on seats. Nothing has changed in the North West. The Powerhouse is a Unicorn.
Of course, nothing will change for next 2 years. So our initial reactions are presumptuous.
But I am amazed by the dramatic results. Poor past election turnouts suggested the UK didn’t care enough or was too spineless to stand up and really be counted. I have been proved wrong. And I am glad of that.
Living with an ex is hard. I can’t switch off. It doesn’t feel like the end. Until I have moved out I can’t de-friend my Facebook, stop wondering where he is when he doesn’t come home at night, delete his mobile number from my phone.
Never have I wished for time to go so fast. Roll on end of August.
When I was a teen I was crippled by body image anxiety. I fretted over how my hair looked. How my nails looked. What I wore. How fat I was.
When I look back, I realise how much energy and time I wasted on these pointless things. They didn’t get me anywhere. Nobody liked me more. I didn’t fit in any better.
But you can see every generation of teens going through the same thing. It’s why we have fast fashion – a desperate desire to find the image that works, that helps us look like everyone else (that’s what it’s all about right?). That desire for self identity that doesn’t set us apart enough to make us the target of bullies.
I wouldn’t give all the money in the world to be a teen again. I’d love to be thirty again. That’s when I started to suss it out. That’s how long it took. I think generally that is how long it takes. Your twenties are a minefield. Mine weren’t too bad. Compared to my school days it was a breeze.
But I wouldn’t want to be in my twenties now. University, internships, pressure to be an instant internet success. To be all those things on advertising billboards you can never be because it doesn’t really exist. The world is far more fake now. And the more fake it gets, the more we want it. We are doomed.