"Croeso i ddyfnderoedd fy isymwybod: Welcome to the depths of my subconscious. Shark Fishing in Wales is one man's odyssey to understand the land of his birth through anecdote, observation and reminiscence! By learning about his country, perhaps he can learn more about himself. A process of individuation which Carl Jung suggests we should all go through. Less assuming one nationhood and more working towards one nationhood before we become Independent." Daf Williams
Cymru/Wales: Bipolar Nation
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Wednesday 29 August 2018
One Size Fits All
Society and Government don't tend to like individuals because they tend to be trouble makers, they tend to be free spirits, they tend to speak their mind. No, our overlords much prefer the homogenous mass they hope they have created by forcing us through the sausage factory of compulsory education. The longer the better, sitting on uncomfortable chairs and even better if our parents are God fearing folk and then we get the double whammy from another institution. These two alone can breed enough fear, guilt, shame and resentment in us to ensure that we will never become a threat to the status quo. I am convinced that everybody is so shit scared of each other that it is better that we stay as well behaved, tax paying little adults who obey all the rules of the land that have been concocted by a well off ruling elite. I don't tend to go in for statistics in my blogs because I cannot be arsed to go and look them up and research them but you know that if you were bullied as a child at school that it has affected your mental health as an adult. I was neither bully nor bullied but I developed so much self loathing for myself because I perceived that I had got somebody else into big trouble. I perceived that I had betrayed them and therefore I was no longer worthy of the title human being and this was at the tender age of 13. I had been coerced into betrayal by adults who should have known better. The impact on my self esteem, my education and exam results was enormous. I became mentally, emotionally unwell and spiritually sick at the age of thirteen. Parents may love their children but they have no concept of understanding of what goes on in school halls and walls once they have dropped their beloved off or kicked them out of the door. We do not have a rights of passage. We leave the primary school as big fish in a little pond and then we become minnows in a huge lake with teenagers much older than ourselves. It is a real shock to the system. How many parents tell their children that the teenage years are going to be the toughest of their lives and that they need to be emotionally ready? Do you tell them that you will be with them every step of the way and that you are going to be there for them come what may or are you a disciple of the 'life's a bitch' philosophy and they need to learn independence and resilience? Whichever way there is no right way but I really think that we underestimate the power of overwhelming emotions in teenagers and if we as a society do not intervene to support and help them then it poses huge problems for societies of the future. This one is pretty disfunctional now and that is because we have been treated as 'one size fits all'. It is too expensive and too time consuming to support each individual so the thinking goes, that we do not bother at all. We let them swim along in a cesspit of self loathing and then we make them wait for two years for counselling when they get to be adults. Society is failing its young people. Educating them is not enough! Filling their heads with facts so that they can pass exams is NOT enough. Then when they get to adulthood, when they step out of line and break the law of the land because they cannot deal with their overwhelming emotions then they are sent to prison or young offenders institution. We are a society that is intent on punishing people. We are a sick, repressed society that has not overcome the Victorian obsession with the stiff upper lip. Talking about adolescent mental health is not enough. You have to have enough adults, parents, teachers, therapists, civil servants that care. You can throw money at it but the young people will pick up the money and burn it because that money has no value. That money has to be turned into time, quality therapeutic time so that fragile, vulnerable souls can be listened to. By the time they get to adulthood it is ostensibly too late. They can be healed but again at great expense. Don't break the child in the first place. One size does not fit all.
Wednesday 22 August 2018
Madman Med Free
My insanity still scares me. I have led a fairly self disciplined life since giving up the drugs which suits a middle aged man. For a younger person there are so many pressures to conform. The drinking and the nightlife, the partying and the temptation of taking substances. The pressures of relationships and redundancy. All these things are triggers for a mood disorder. Working 9-5 with lots of strangers in an office would be a trigger to me. Sitting in an interview room trying to explain the gap of 12 years work history on my CV, would trigger me.
I've mentioned before many times that I don't buy into the brain chemistry/disorder argument. I believe in the nature/nurture argument. I know that there is a family history of 'melancholia' and there are members that present with social anxiety/withdrawal.
What I feel is that now I am living my true self which is withdrawn, buttoned up and distrustful. I'm sure if I were taking medication it would perhaps make me more relaxed but I don't know now whether I wish to be relaxed artificially. The artificial relaxation provided by cannabis and alcohol. The problem with substance use and abuse is that you are always chasing the mellow and relaxed moment which you know will never last but hope will.
Monday 20 August 2018
Insanity & Incarceration
Tuesday 14 August 2018
Winter is the best time to die
Monday 13 August 2018
It's not Rocket Science
Tuesday 7 August 2018
Syrthio ar fy mai!
Yn fy mhost diweddaraf Myfyrdodau'r Mis mi wnes i awgrymu fod mynd ar ôl siop Gwlad yr Ia yn wastraff amser ond dwi newydd ddarllen erthygl yn y gwastraff amser arall yna sef y Western Mail ag dwi yn syrthio ar fy mai. Hyd yn oed yn fy 'gross generalisation' i fod Iceland i bobol dlawd os ydy'r cwmni yn werth 3 biliwn o bunnau mi allant wario canran fechan o hwnna yn gwneud ei siopau nhw gyd yn ddwy-ieithog yn enwedig os ydy Sir Malcolm Walker wedi 'cemento strategic alliance gyda'r Range' beth bynnag ffwc di hwnna yn Gymraeg anaye. Yn annhebyg i wleidyddion dych chi'n gweld mi allaf ymddiheuro a deud yn blwm ac yn blaen pan rydwyf wedi agor fy ngheg cyn meddwl. Un arall sydd wedi gwneud hynny wythnos yma ydy'r Bnr Marcus Stead. Rydym wedi cael ein hysbysu gan Ifan Morgan Jones o nation.com i beidio screenshotio neu rannu trydaron bobol wrth Gymreig ond mi wnâi anwybyddu am y tro a rhyfeddu ar yr ymateb i drydarid ddigon di nod. Cwyno am y sŵn oedd yn dod o'r 'mice' yr Eisteddfod oedd o.
A lot of noise is coming from the Eisteddfod site near my flat. I can't work out whether the people 'on the mice' are speaking Welsh, or are just very drunk. Probably both. We've got a week of this parochial bore-fest to run. #Eisteddfod2018 #Eisteddfod— Marcus Stead (@MarcusStead) August 5, 2018
Una’u'r ffaith mae ganddo fo dipyn o fform am gwyno yn gyhoeddus am yr iaith ag arwyddion dwyieithog neu fod rhai unigolion wedi penderfynu na hwn ydy gelyn penna’r Cymry Cymraeg ond mae'r ymatebion yn bendant yn deud mwy amdanom ni fel Cymry dan warchae nag amdano fo fel 'agent provocateur'. Efallai oherwydd fy mod i gyda chymydog wrth Gymraeg yn Grangetown neu Drelluest i fod yn gyfan gwbl goronog dwi wedi cael fy 'di sensiteisio' 'r agwedd yma ag yn lle sefyll i fyny yn grac ac yn ymosod arno yn eiriol fel gwnes i unwaith neu ddwy yn dechrau ein cyfeillgarwch dwi wedi cymryd y drafferth i ffeindio allan beth ydy gwraidd ei gwyn yn erbyn y Gymraeg ag ffeindio allan nag un emosiynol ydy o. Yn lle saethu bob gwan jac sydd yn cynnig rhyw farn wrth Gymraeg allan o fydysawd trydar beth am dreiddio yn ddyfnach i weld beth sydd wedi achosi gymaint o atgasedd a loes yn y lle cyntaf.
Monday 6 August 2018
The Port of Pillgwenlly
Friday 3 August 2018
Myfyrdodau'r Mis
Well dyma ni ar drothwy blydi Eisteddfod arall, meddwl gwell i mi gael go ar sgrifennu blog yn fy mam iaith honedig. Efallai eich bod wedi dechrau synhwyro na dim Cymro cyffredin di hwn sydd yn sgrifennu'r fath rwtsh ond un sydd ar y 'lookout' am gamweinyddu cymdeithasol yn y Gymraeg a'r Saesneg. Dim ots pa iaith dych chi'n siarad os dych chi'n wancar, dych chi'n wancar anaye? Dwi'n aelod o Gymdeithas yr Iaith ond dydy hynny ddim yn golygu fy mod i'n cytuno gyda phob dim maent yn ei gwneud. Teimlo fod mynd ar ôl Gwlad yr Ia (Iceland) am arwyddion dwy-iaethog yn dipyn o wastraff amser achos faint o Gymry Cymraeg sydd yn siopo yn Wlad yr Ia? Siop i bobol dlawd ydy Gwlad yr Ia a dydy'r Cymry Cymraeg ar gyfartaledd ddim yn bobol dlawd. Bobol yr Eisteddfod yn fwy tebygol i fynychu Waitrose neu Marks & Sparks neu os ydynt yn tight wads neu Gardis mynd i Aldi neu Lidl i ddangos ei street cred. Ar ôl y Llywodraeth Llafuriol yma gyda'i deddfau wan mae rhaid rhoi'r pwysau mwyaf. Wrth Gwrs os ydy rhywun yn mynd allan o'i ffordd i sarhau'r Gymraeg fel Bruce Robinson o Trago Mills well ar ei ôl o gyda cheffyl a chert. Google Translate, yn bersonol faswn wedi gadael hwnna i fod melli beth ddwi'n ceisio dweud ydy "Mae rhaid i ti ddewis dy frwydrau yn ofalus" a dim jest mynd ar ôl popeth willy nilly. Fel Eisteddfod refusnik dwi yn gobeithio aeth pethau yn hwylus yn hotbed yr iaith sef Butetown a gobeithio bydd ddim gormod o bobol precious Pontcanna yn ypsetio y trigolion lleol gyda'i tall tales of gentrification. Mae fy marn am Gymry Cymraeg dosbarth canol wedi cael ei llaesi ar y blog yma o blaen felli mi ai ddim ar ôl y bwgan yna eto ond dwi yn teimlo bydd rhaid bod rhyw fath o gytbwysedd rhwng bod yn amddiffynnol dros yr iaith ar drydar ac yn adeiladol drosto fo yn weithredol. Unigolion arbennig fel y rhai sydd yn 'cystadlu' yn Ddysgwr y Flwyddyn ydy'r rhai sydd am roi arweiniad i weddill ohonom ni. Pan mae'r iaith yn cydio ynddyn nhw mae yn cydio go iawn ac maent yn troi yn efengylwyr dros yr achos.
The fact is, the poet does not want admiration, he wants to be believed.
— Jean Cocteau Quotes (@CocteauQuotes) September 21, 2020
Death by Taxes
"Individuals and businesses not paying the tax they should deprives the government of the funding it needs to provide vital public serv...
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