I hate firecrackers… (and noise pollution in general)

Seriously, they make me hate festivities. I don’t really know why even people like those things. They hurt both one’s ears and vision. And I especially hate New Year’s Eve. Tons, literally, tons of those little shits go off, and nobody’s there to control it. At least where I live. Really, my idea of a New Year’s Eve would be just a relaxed party. Okay, maybe not, but I certainly wouldn’t wish for any noise or anything. Tsch, one can’t even have a normal celebration these days. People are going mad, and it’s all their fault. On every January the second, every year, newspaper headlines are full of statistics related to little kids blowing their fingers, hands and eyes off off themselves just for fun, along with fires and even deaths caused by the very same ‘noise makers’. Fuck, I can’t even take it anymore – what’s so fun and great about replacing a calendar with another one of the kind? Okay, there most certainly is something fun there, but as much as it is enojyable to celebrate the new year’s coming without pyrotechnics, it is equally unbearable with them.

More generally speaking, I’m not very fond of noise pollution. A little bit of sound from the streets gives a nice atmosphere to the whole place, but it really goes over the edge when every saturday and sunday you have a 50-car long wedding procession chock-full of idiots only intending to make more and more noise by honking in unison while passing through the streets, while people are trying to have a nice, relaxed weekend. And guess what? Nobody’s there to do anything. According to the legislature of this shithole I live in, (it’s called Serbia, but I despise the dysfunctionality and near-anarchy of my own homeland so much, I can’t even bear the load of naming it) there is nothing that limits what those wendals (portmaneau of noun “wedding” and the plural of the noun “vandal”) can do. That means I have to sit down and take it. Take it all. Damn.