London Calls Me A Stranger

London Calls Me A Stranger

A Story by MissJE1994
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Just what's on my mind after recent events.

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23. Photographer/Writer. Music lover. No one special.
As you can probably tell I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this, but I have to type out what's going on in my mind.
I'm 23 and still living at home, I worked in a shop for four and a half years before quitting late last year to focus on my interests. I was scared that all I'd do all my life was talk about leaving but never actually do it, so it was then or never. I'm currently on a stop gap, earning hardly anything at all but enjoying focusing on my writing and photography whilst trying to build a career for myself within those industries. I don't expect anyone to be interested in this, I'm not anyone special, I'm not even anyone particularly interesting, I'm just me, living my life, like everybody else. I'm certainly not a massive presence on social media, I have under 100 followers on Instagram and under 50 followers on Twitter (probably because I just follow my own interests and don't really follow back on Instagram, and I only follow celebrities on Twitter who probably couldn't care less about me, or it could be that I'm just really boring). But social media isn't real life and in reality I love my parents, my grandparents, my sister, my hamster, and the small group of people I would call my genuine, true friends, whom I can't imagine my life without. I also love music, of pretty much any time and any genre, if it's got a good tune, I'll give it a listen, my current obsessions are Ed Sheeran - Castle On The Hill and Train - Play That Song, I literally can't get enough of them. So that's a bit about me. Maybe no one will even read this, but I'll carry on anyway.

Yesterday morning I was tweeting about how I'd just got my hair cut short for the summer, a new haircut always makes you feel good, and I was off to spend the day taking some photos in London. It was a good day. But it ended with me staying up until the early hours watching the news unfold about the latest terror attack, this time at London Bridge/Borough Market, where more innocent people had been killed, people going about their everyday lives, people like you and me. I think shock is the wrong word for it now, especially as this was the third attack in the last few months, but the emotions I do always feel are anger, at the people who do this and for the innocent lives cut cruelly short, sadness, for those people and their families, fear, at what's happening to this world, and defiance, because these people won't win. I grieved for the four innocent people and the brave police officer Keith Palmer killed in the Westminster attack, and I thought of all the people who hadn't lost their lives but had had their lives ruined either by the loss of loved ones or by the shock of witnessing such horrifying events, I grieved for all those children and everyone else involved in the Manchester attack, and I grieved for yet more innocent people last night. This is just this year, I have grieved for countless people over the years, victims of terror attacks, victims of murder, victims of illness, but last night hit me harder because I'd been at London Bridge at 6:30 that evening. I wonder if I passed anyone who was later involved in the attack, possibly. I received texts from a couple of friends checking I was okay, luckily most people could see from my social media activity that I'd left the area earlier, but my dad still received a text from one of his friends checking if I was okay, and my grandparents phoned my home. That probably upset me the most, they are both in their seventies and I hated the idea of them being worried. 

The text that stood out to me most though was from my best friend telling me to stay away from London for a while. I won't be doing that, I'll be going back next week, because fear is what these people want, and I'm not giving in to them. What I have noticed most about these recent attacks is that if anything, they are having the opposite effect to what the attackers want, people of all races and religions are coming together and refusing to be beaten, people offering a bed for the night, taxi drivers taking people home free of charge, queues of people waiting to give blood. At times like this it's easy to forget that the good people in this world far outweigh the minority of scumbags. The morning after the Manchester attack everyone got up and carried on as normal, what else could they do? I did too, I listened to the Capital Breakfast Show and had the utmost respect for the presenters, Roman Kemp and Vick Hope for the way they got the balance of sensitivity/respect and fun just right, and throughout the rest of the day I saw more and more of that. It's these people that make the world a better place, these people that will always be stronger than those driven by hate. Tonight the One Love Manchester gig took place and Ariana Grande and all the people involved have my most sincere and utmost respect, showing love, strength, unity, they have done this country proud.

Another close friend of mine sent me a text in the early hours of the morning, "Oh my God, you were there, thank God you left earlier, I don't even believe in God but thank someone, anyone". Hand on heart, "it could have been me" was not my first thought, it was "when will this senseless hate end?". Of course after I'd had time to think about it it did shake me up a bit, but it won't stop me living my life. So many innocent people have died, and we that are still here should count ourselves incredibly lucky. I am not afraid of dying, I could be caught up in an attack tomorrow, or hit by a bus, and almost no one in the world would be affected, as I said, I'm no one special. I would rather die tomorrow, living my life, than live the next seventy years too scared to do anything. I don't mind that I haven't made a huge mark on the world, I have special people in my life who I wouldn't change for anything, and whose lives I have hopefully enriched just as much as they have mine. To my friends and family who have always been there for me, thank you, to the stranger who complemented my jacket in the street the other week, thank you, to the elderly lady who was so grateful when I gave her directions the other day, thank you, to Roman Kemp (yep the one from Capital Radio), who let me get a picture with him and signed his autograph on my arm when I met him on the London Underground the other week, thank you, to Ariana Grande who has turned the most unimaginable disaster into a positive display of unity and love, thank you from us all. Never forget that there are good, kind, decent people in this world.

Go out, live your life the way you want, be happy, take risks, have fun, do crazy things, compliment strangers, make friends, don't judge people on appearance, listen to other people's opinions even if you don't agree with them, love those around you, don't let differing political opinions come between good relationships, empaphise, sympaphise, be the best version of yourself, because HATE WON'T WIN. WE STAND TOGETHER.

If just one person reads this, I will feel I've done some good and made a difference. Please feel free to leave a comment and let me know your thoughts. Thank you xxxx

© 2017 MissJE1994



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Well done MissJE! You've written a very honest and sincere account of your own life and your feelings about these recent incidents near to homes. I like your positive outlook in the second last paragraph!
It is important we stand up to be counted!
I hope you persevere with your writing.
Regards,
Alan

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Well done MissJE! You've written a very honest and sincere account of your own life and your feelings about these recent incidents near to homes. I like your positive outlook in the second last paragraph!
It is important we stand up to be counted!
I hope you persevere with your writing.
Regards,
Alan

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well said. I just watched the Manchester concert. 50,000 people together in one space in harmony, and millions more watching and also feeling the good side of humanity.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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