There are people out there walking amongst us that like to say ‘never’. During conversations about clothes and fashion they say they’d ‘never’ wear sportswear that isn’t Nike, ‘never’ wear jeans that aren’t Sass & Bide, ‘never’ carry a no-label handbag, ‘never’ wear jewellery that’s less than 24 carat gold, ‘never’ buy lipstick from the pharmacy etc. During conversations about food they say they’d ‘never’ touch canned vegetables, ‘never’ buy fruit that’s not organic, ‘never’ touch dishes with more than 1 gram of fat, ‘never’ use sea salt to flavour food…it’s got to be rock salt (?) etc. What these people ‘never’ actually do is think about what the fuck they’re saying – what they NEED to do is use less time churning out the pretentious ‘nevers’ and searching for/snorting their rock salt (to me salts just salt – rock or sea, tastes the damn same). What they NEED to do is spend more time trying to find their way back down to mother fucking reality.
What is all this’ I’ll NEVER do this, buy that, wear this, eat that’? Life is volatile, fickle and one big uncontrollable game that you can’t predict. All the shit you own, the freedom you enjoy, the health you may have, the people you love, the ching ching money in your account, the stability and security is not unchanging, set, solid, forever, guaranteed. The one who is born with everything can die with nothing and vice versa. Where you stand now is not where you’ll be standing the day before your death or necessarily this time next week or tomorrow. The revered and admired can fall from grace and the ones that everyone looks down on now can rise above and blitz us all. There’s flood then draught, peace then war, empires have fallen then risen only to fall again. I grew up migrant style with a childhood during the 1980s that was quite unstable. In economic theory it’s called: Poor as Fuck. As an adult I’ve lived in an apartment across the road from the beach. As a child I’ve lived with my family upstairs of a run-down Fish & Chip shop. I sure as hell like to wear 24 carat gold, but if you gave me some bling earrings that were 9 carat, 1 carat or some cheap rusty metal, if I liked them I’d still fucking wear them (at least until my ears got septic) or … shock, I’m happy to not wear any at all.
So to the people who like to say ‘never’: shut the fuck up. Because one day you may damn well need to carry that no-label handbag (and god forbid put it over your head for shelter) or even get that cheap lipstick from the pharmacy – so you better be ready to not only wear it on your lips but eat it or use it for a party trick while you busk on the streets for coins. Snobby fools.