Out of luck today, the result of our general election didn’t go the way I wanted. I usually stay up all night to watch the results, but as soon as I heard what the exit pole said I decided to give it a miss. No last night I went to bed about 1am, which is actually early for me. I would have gone earlier, but I was watching a couple of documentaries about Maori art and they were far more enjoyable than election results. I think I knew it was going to be bad when I saw the results would be on Friday the Thirteenth.
I look forward to more austerity and homelessness, worse health care, the sale of the NHS, more crime. But I’m not bitter, just sad.
I wish I didn’t have such a big mouth, wasn’t so “keen” about things. A couple of times recently I’ve got myself so enthusiastic about something (two seperate things), that I’ve done something, sharing an idea, that I shouldn’t have. It’s made me feel embarrassed and wonder if I’ve done wrong. Maybe I’m not enough of a team player.
Foot in mouth time, worried I might cause problems, hoping I don’t say the wrong thing, expecting something to hit the fan. As they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions?
New year, new threat of rent increases in the studios. Not by the cost of inflation, but possibly by 25% or more! Im not saying where I rent, and I’m not publishing this on FB. I’m just worried I won’t be able to afford it. The fear is that I will retreat back to home and have to give up my dream of being an artist. The increase would possibly mean people looking for cheaper alternatives.
The threat is not clear yet, some people are hoping for lower increases. Its just that its a blow for a little thriving community of creative people. I sometimes think that greed is at the bottom of everything. So frustrating.