There once was a... bwoi!... boy, don’t really work... so, calamity is the preferred term... okay, back a piece... There once was a calamity, twinned at conception, but solo at birth, who walked alone on this earth, a thirst for knowledge, his gift and curse, too eager to know, too eager to learn, he stared into the cities mechanism, observing cog's and gear's turning, until eventually his eyes burned.- Bizzy Dot
The calamity that fell from the sky
I’m new to this blogging ting! So, apologies if whilst I’m honing my craft, my writing comes across as sloppy, I assure you, that as I gain momentum my readers should find this easier to digest...
Hello, my name is ‘Bizzy Dot’. I am often asked, “What is a Bizzy Dot?”
There’s a line from a computer game that has always stuck with me, and serves most aptly in describing myself. ‘The calamity that fell from the sky...’
Although I was born in Whipp’s Cross hospital like many born in North/East London, I might as well have fallen from the sky. I am an anomaly, a calamity if u will.
There are a whole plethora of different factors which separate me in some way from my peers. Firstly, few have the ability to vocalise themselves like I. In a place where I personally know too many who are borderline illiterate, I am a child of verbosity, eloquent and outspoken, a contrived mixture of diplomacy and tumult. The strange spectacle of humility and arrogance pirouetting simultaneously, with about as much grace as Paris Hilton with a dusty nose. I’m outspoken, and delight in being both vile and infantile in a very adult manner. Where many are ‘hood rats’, you could say I am and will always be a ‘hood brat’. You will find many from the underclass here. I however’ am Upper gutter class by virtue of thought and action alone.
I’ve lived here my whole life, and only left in the last 5 years; making me more East London than “Oi” by Mo’ Fire Crew, glued to a pair of Reebok classics, suspended from the side of a ‘69’ bus, via a rope fashioned of tied together weave-on’s. During my years growing up here, many misunderstanding of my orientation have sought to label me for the sake of expedience. Unfortunately, whether it be ‘nerd’ ‘geek’ or ‘coconut’, all the catch all terminology applied to me was never adhesive enough to stick. I’m not a fan of boxes, so I tend not to fit any of them. Where I’m from, the synonyms of ‘box’ are ‘punch’ and ‘coffin’. Once again... no thanks lol.
As much as I’d like to think I’m different (it’s a thought I’ve grown accustomed too), so many smaller nuances of my character are so East London, from an itching sense of hyperactivity, to an inherent need to scrutinise all interaction around me, for both perceived risks and opportunities.
As an aspiring entrepreneur and musician, money and fame would be nice, but the achievement of these things is neither goal nor aspiration of mine. One word describes what ‘phantom powers’ my big mouth (and the shorted brain attached to it); Consensus.
It is the one thing that I was born to upset. Almost every excepted ‘social norm’ I encounter I find foreign to me. The women I’m supposed to be attracted to, the colour schemes and types of clothing, clothing I’m supposed to wear, the music I’m supposed to have spinning out of my headphones’ and even the language expected to leave my mouth.
I am ‘the calamity that fell from the sky’. And I like a little bit of misdirection. I often dress 'Candy Pop', more than anything because the album I’ve rotated most since my adolescence is ‘Holywood’ by Marilyn Manson. I like tall girls and curvy girls, (although my pint-sized girlfriend is testament to the power of big personality). I speak like the illegitimate love child of Oscar Wilde and Maya Angelou, who had Chris Rock and Sarah Silverman as babysitters.
The Mission statement of the charity organisation I belong to is challenging stereotypes, an utterance too close to my very nexus for me not to succeed in my current ventures. Truth is, I've never lived down my resentment of being called things like nerd or coconut, as one of the first kids in my peer group to know about slavery and colonialism, I sadly always knew that the world had plans for those who never knew enough.
I will use this blogspot periodically just to muse on general goings on in my day to day life, who knows? Maybe certain things will form regular segments etc. If there is one thing I can say confidently, it’s this; My name is Bizzy Dot... and if you don’t know who I am, wait six months, I ain’t going the long way round.
Yours Truly,
Bizzy Dot
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