I just don’t get it.
I get being disaffected. If I lived there I’d be disaffected. It’s one of Britain’s poorest regions, devastated by the collapse of manufacturing in the eighties and it’s never recovered. Huge swathes of wasteland, boarded up houses, pubs you wouldn’t enter if you value your face: living there can’t be a barrel of laughs.
But I still don’t get it. Why, do you destroy what’s good? When you are provided with a decent playground in a pretty little park, why do you trash it? Maybe you’re too old to actually use the play equipment, to feel the joy of spinning until you’re too dizzy to walk, but why ruin it for others? Are you really so selfish? Do you not have the ability to care about the people around you, to be empathetic?
For me, a lovely park is a good thing. A reason to smile. I’m sad that you don’t feel the same.