About fire in our bellies, & about furtive little feelings.
The Great Unanswered Question:
What the hell happens to every country on the planet that isn’t the US in YA dystopias
OH MY GOD THE TAG
09.06.2014 Breakfast: Brown Sugar Cinnamon and Coconut Crusted French Toast Topped with Caramelized Bananas, a Generous Dollop of Creamy Coconut Greek Yogurt and More Shredded Coconut.
River otters at the Zoological & Botanical Garden in Ichikawa, Japan
omg the last one he pops up ahjfskghfagskjfkhdjs ahahaha
This is what heaven looks like…
One metaphor that has come up time and time again on both sides of the indyref debate is that Scotland is divorcing England. On the Yes side it’s often in relation to getting out of a toxic relationship, on the No side it’s usually emotional rhetoric which hopes to dissuade Scotland from leaving a long and prosperous relationship. Either way, I don’t like that metaphor, I think a much more positive and ultimately much more accurate metaphor is the idea of Scotland moving out.
When you move out of the family home, most of the time it isn’t because you don’t love your parents or because you never intend to see them again, it’s because you feel that you are growing up and coming in to your own and it is time to go out into the world and make your choices and decisions for yourself.
Generally speaking when you decide it’s time to move out, your family doesn’t want you to go. Usually they still think of you as their baby and genuinely think that they will always know what’s best for you, but maybe you’re starting to see that this just isn’t the case, and either way, you think you’re responsible enough now to look after yourself.
Maybe ideologically you just don’t see eye to eye with the rest of the family anymore, you’re made to feel like your views and opinions are less valid than theirs, and it doesn’t seem to matter what you say or do - they’ll always think they are wiser than you are. You’re not necessarily in a position where you can say they are or aren’t for sure, but what you do know is you can’t go on living in a place where you don’t get any say, and where staying seems to have little or no benefit to you. Sure, the home cooked meals are nice and moving out is going to involve an awkward transitional period which is a bit scary and during which lots of things will change, but it’s a decision you make based on the fact that you really believe, when it comes down to it, that you can look after yourself. After all, you’re a grown adult with a stable income, and your own unique set of problems, hopes and fears.
While obviously this metaphor does not serve as a reason for independence in and of itself, I do think that it’s a much more hopeful, positive and accurate way to look at the whole debate. It’s not about cutting all ties, fighting over custody of the kids and never speaking again; it’s about forging a new sort of relationship with rUK, one where we’re still friends, and we still visit, and we still trade, but we get to make our own decisions towards what is best for us. "Scotland’s Future in Scotland’s Hands." So instead of thinking about whether you want to ‘Divorce’ England, why not consider whether you think it’s time for us to move out.