So. Scotland has been a busy place recently. The eyes of the world were on us as we became what I understand to be the first country in history to refuse independence. No, really. I’m not kidding.
It’s hard to explain to those from other countries. A good portion of the rest of the world had no idea Scotland even was its own country, thinking instead of a quaint village in the North of England with deep-fried Mars bars and tiny haggis creatures running around. Oh, and Hogwarts.
This is something that’s been immensely and inexplicably frustrating to me throughout my life. Telling someone you’re Scottish, and being asked which part of England that’s in. Hearing English accents referred to as “British”, or even worse, Scottish accents as English. Just a note, people – there is no such thing as a British accent. How can there be? Four separate countries, each with hundreds of different accents within. There’s no single, generic accent. But anyway. Tangent.
I’m truly astonished by more than half of this country’s reluctance to accept the gift it was offered. To be a country standing on our own two legs, to be in charge of our own future. Instead, we will stay in the shadows. I can only hope that the UK Government live up to its promises of giving Scotland more of its own powers, but I won’t hold my breath.
I’m disappointed in Scotland. But I’m not angry. So many people are so angry right now, expressing their feelings in ways ranging from online rants to actual fighting in the streets. I’m torn between hoping it blows over soon, and these people can return to some state of peace, and hoping that it doesn’t. That what we’ve been through leaves a lasting impression on everyone, and as time moves forward, people come to realise what an opportunity they’ve missed. And hope that we’re given another chance at it someday.