Heroes don't exist, and if they did, I wouldn't be one of them

The Boy who lived & The Boy who loved

Trainspotting _ Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fix interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more to an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that ? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons ? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin ?

Who's a grown-up here ? Not me. Could you be ?

Que certaines personnes ne puissent pas vivre comme bon leur semble me révolte. Que les transe.xuels doivent forcément faire une opération pour changer de se.xe pour effectuer un changement de se.xe sur leur carte d'identité me révolte. Que la liberté et les droits d'êtres humains ne soient pas respectés me révolte. Et pourtant je ne fais rien. Cette passivité devrait être considérée comme un crime en soi.