Disappointed. Let down. A bit pissed off. Not necessarily in that order. I guess it's times like this when you find out who your real friends are.
I'm feeling miffed because I've decided to cancel my birthday party. Yes, yes, my birthday was at the beginning of the month, but due to various factors I moved the party to this coming Saturday. I'd had to move the date and venue a couple of times and when I finally settled on a day and place a bunch of people dropped out, most of them complaining that the fact I'd moved the party to a town a few miles down the road was the problem, rendering the whole thing a bit pointless. I couldn't really see the point in having a party for just a few people so I cancelled it.
Honestly, I'd fallen out of love with the idea of it by then as well. Too much moving it around and the lack of enthusiasm from some of the people I invited have all contributed to the downfall of my party. I still like the idea but I felt like I'd be disappointed by it if I went ahead. So now I am simply planning a night out (in the same town) and I will know that the people who come are the people I can count as my true friends.
Funny, I think I can count my 'real' friends on my fingers. Who are the 105 people I have on Facebook? If I'd added everyone who has requested me as a friend it would be a lot higher, I just don't want people I never spoke to in school on my list of 'friends'. I have no interest in collecting 'friends' the way some folk do. Let's be honest, most of us fill our Facebook page with family members, acquaintances, friends of friends we met at parties and people we went to school with who we haven't spoken to in years and don't talk to now we have re-established some form of contact. The amount of names on the list who are actual friends is likely to be tiny in proportion. My 'real life' friends are those I see on a regular basis or at least speak to if meeting up is not possible.
Speaking of Facebook, what is it with these constant status updates and 'checking into' places? People keep tryin to tag me in these posts and since I have disabled most of those settings, I get notices instead telling me that I have been checked into somewhere! Very annoying. Those who live every minute of their lives on Facebook really niggle me. It seems to me that they need to fulfil some sort of need for attention by sounding out every single thing they do, every minute of the day. Nobody cares what you had for lunch, even if it was the most epic sandwich ever. There's something a little bit sad about this culture of updating everything you do to a social network, in the hope that somebody will comment on it, as if this somehow validates your existence. Yes! Twenty-seven 'likes'! I have friends! Er, no. You have 27 people who 'like' your post/picture/video/whatever. It's interesting. You may be thinking, that's rich coming from you. You're writing a blog. True. I am writing a blog. Difference is, I'm not writing it to validate my existence or prove that I have friends. I write from a sheer need to write. This is my forum. Nobody's forcing you to read this. When I receive a bunch of crap in my newsfeed about the 12 cups of coffee someone's had today or the fact that someone else is tired and wants to go to bed, I wonder - how is this interesting to others? If you have nothing of worth to say, say nothing. I only post when I have something to say. Same with this blog. I don't post every day. I'd bore myself silly.
Facebook-related rant over!
Back to subject - Oh yes. Friends. I have a rather close-knit group, consisting of:
* one girl I met at college after accidentally throwing my pen at her
* my GBF and his lovely fiance
* GBF's youngest sister who I've known since she was 11
* one girl I used to work who has become a good friend
This is my group of go-to people. They are the ones I choose to go out dancing with. They are the ones who listen to the problems. They are the ones who have picked up the pieces after broken relationships, mine and theirs. We share ideas, hopes, dreams, secrets. We bond over tea and cake, wine and dancing, movies and nibbles. It's unshakeable and grows stronger over time.
There are other friends of course. People I see every so often. We meet and catch up. One in particular from school, we have Pudding Nights where we go to a pub and order pudding. No meal. Just pudding. It's a quirk we enjoy. With others, there's texting, chatting on Facebook, occasional reunions with much reminiscing and merriment. These are all times to enjoy and cherish. Real friends are special people. I hope you know who you are.
Monday, 23 January 2012
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Time To Take Control
Admit it. Sometimes it seems like you are not in control of your own life at all. Even small decisions are taken out of your hands. And sometimes it is those small things that put the bigger things into perspective.
Take tonight for example. My mum baked me a (belated) chocolate cake for my birthday and brought it round this afternoon. This evening, after dinner, I went to cut a slice for the BF and myself. Then my nan comes strolling into the kitchen (oh yes, I neglected to mention that we currently live with my grandparents. Not an ideal situation believe me), and demands I cut a piece for my uncle (oh yes, he stays with us three nights a week because of work being here and him actually living in Wales. Complicated? Oh yeah). Not asks. Demands. Now I'd have happily offered him a piece myself, and was actually going to anyway. But the decision was taken straight out of my hands. She had already told him he could have a piece. Slightly irritated by the fact she hadn't asked, I cut a slice and put it on the plate she had thoughtfully left out. Then she commented that it was tiny. So even when I do what she wants, it isn't right. Just can't seem to win.
Now you may be reading this, thinking it all seems a bit petty perhaps. And maybe it is. But like I said, sometimes small things appear bigger and escalate into even bigger things. I felt like the 'who eats the cake' decision being taken out of my hands represented a whole host of other issues. Such as the decision about where I live. I am effectively stuck here. I can't afford to leave. My job is pathetic. A well trained chimp could do it. I have done so much job-hunting it makes me want to scream. I have a friend who is always asking when I'm going to 'get a proper job'. She thinks I'm too picky. Actually the issue is this - I graduated university at a time when there are more graduates than there are jobs to give them. The last interview I went to had 300 applicants. I was lucky to get a second interview, but sadly that was as far as it went. Around here, pretty much the only jobs around are in retail and I'm not interested in retail. Also, I tried in mad desperation to apply for some of those jobs. I think they take one look at my CV and say 'hmmm, she has a media degree, what's she applying here for?' and toss it in the bin. So, I have come to this conclusion - I am over-qualified for all the retail jobs. I am under-experienced for the jobs I like the look of. And the rest I'm either not qualified for (IT, teaching) or I have no interest in. So where does that leave me? Floating aimlessly in a boring, pointless job that was only ever intended as a temporary filler. How did it come to this?
When I was 15 I had a plan. I was going to be a journalist and work for Smash Hits. Now unfortunately that great publication is gone and I am not a journalist. Instead I am sitting here at gone midnight, rambling on about how things have not gone to plan. I have ideas. I'm not totally washed up. I left university full of hope for the future. I was going to write great screenplays and a novel. And maybe a cartoon series. These are all things I had started as various projects at uni and fully intended on finishing and making sackfuls of money out of them. Then grim reality set in. I think I lost confidence in my work and stopped writing so much and so often. This blog is probably the most writing I have done in a good long while. And sadly it isn't fiction.
But I want to pull myself out the sad little rut I've been in. I am going to make changes. This big old 3-0 thing has woken me up to the hard fact that I have wasted enough time arsing about serving poxy cups of tea to largely ungrateful, rude people. (Believe me when I tell you that the vast majority of customers can't even begin a sentence with 'hello'. That equals rude in my book). It isn't good enough for me. Some folks may be content with mediocrity and a poorly paid job, but I've had my fill of it and then some. I am going to change things this year. Here is my list:
1. Leave the crappy job. And find something more suited to my skills and talents.
2. Get my own place with the BF. I have been here long enough. I am grateful to my grandparents for putting me up when I had nowhere else to go, but really, I need my own space. And my own kitchen, where I can do what I want with the cake.
3. Start seriously saving. I have a little, but it's peanuts really.
Okay, it's a short list. But fairly comprehensive I think. I have realised today that I am not very happy. There are a few things I am happy with - BF, friends, I'm not fat, my skin's quite nice, feet don't smell. Little things. I can honestly say that the one person who makes me feel not entirely pathetic is my BF. He told me that if my job made me that depressed, I should leave and he would pay for my small amount of outgoings. He wants me to be happy so much that he would take on my financial burdens. I think I might keep him :-) He is the one thing in my little world that makes me smile every day. Even now when he is laying the wrong way round on the bed, hugging a pillow and snoring slightly.
Now that I have written a To-Do list and made it so very public, I will have to stick to it. The big issues getting sorted will lead to my future happiness and security. For now though, I will be content with some of the little things - watching Angel and snuggling up with the BF :-)
Take tonight for example. My mum baked me a (belated) chocolate cake for my birthday and brought it round this afternoon. This evening, after dinner, I went to cut a slice for the BF and myself. Then my nan comes strolling into the kitchen (oh yes, I neglected to mention that we currently live with my grandparents. Not an ideal situation believe me), and demands I cut a piece for my uncle (oh yes, he stays with us three nights a week because of work being here and him actually living in Wales. Complicated? Oh yeah). Not asks. Demands. Now I'd have happily offered him a piece myself, and was actually going to anyway. But the decision was taken straight out of my hands. She had already told him he could have a piece. Slightly irritated by the fact she hadn't asked, I cut a slice and put it on the plate she had thoughtfully left out. Then she commented that it was tiny. So even when I do what she wants, it isn't right. Just can't seem to win.
Now you may be reading this, thinking it all seems a bit petty perhaps. And maybe it is. But like I said, sometimes small things appear bigger and escalate into even bigger things. I felt like the 'who eats the cake' decision being taken out of my hands represented a whole host of other issues. Such as the decision about where I live. I am effectively stuck here. I can't afford to leave. My job is pathetic. A well trained chimp could do it. I have done so much job-hunting it makes me want to scream. I have a friend who is always asking when I'm going to 'get a proper job'. She thinks I'm too picky. Actually the issue is this - I graduated university at a time when there are more graduates than there are jobs to give them. The last interview I went to had 300 applicants. I was lucky to get a second interview, but sadly that was as far as it went. Around here, pretty much the only jobs around are in retail and I'm not interested in retail. Also, I tried in mad desperation to apply for some of those jobs. I think they take one look at my CV and say 'hmmm, she has a media degree, what's she applying here for?' and toss it in the bin. So, I have come to this conclusion - I am over-qualified for all the retail jobs. I am under-experienced for the jobs I like the look of. And the rest I'm either not qualified for (IT, teaching) or I have no interest in. So where does that leave me? Floating aimlessly in a boring, pointless job that was only ever intended as a temporary filler. How did it come to this?
When I was 15 I had a plan. I was going to be a journalist and work for Smash Hits. Now unfortunately that great publication is gone and I am not a journalist. Instead I am sitting here at gone midnight, rambling on about how things have not gone to plan. I have ideas. I'm not totally washed up. I left university full of hope for the future. I was going to write great screenplays and a novel. And maybe a cartoon series. These are all things I had started as various projects at uni and fully intended on finishing and making sackfuls of money out of them. Then grim reality set in. I think I lost confidence in my work and stopped writing so much and so often. This blog is probably the most writing I have done in a good long while. And sadly it isn't fiction.
But I want to pull myself out the sad little rut I've been in. I am going to make changes. This big old 3-0 thing has woken me up to the hard fact that I have wasted enough time arsing about serving poxy cups of tea to largely ungrateful, rude people. (Believe me when I tell you that the vast majority of customers can't even begin a sentence with 'hello'. That equals rude in my book). It isn't good enough for me. Some folks may be content with mediocrity and a poorly paid job, but I've had my fill of it and then some. I am going to change things this year. Here is my list:
1. Leave the crappy job. And find something more suited to my skills and talents.
2. Get my own place with the BF. I have been here long enough. I am grateful to my grandparents for putting me up when I had nowhere else to go, but really, I need my own space. And my own kitchen, where I can do what I want with the cake.
3. Start seriously saving. I have a little, but it's peanuts really.
Okay, it's a short list. But fairly comprehensive I think. I have realised today that I am not very happy. There are a few things I am happy with - BF, friends, I'm not fat, my skin's quite nice, feet don't smell. Little things. I can honestly say that the one person who makes me feel not entirely pathetic is my BF. He told me that if my job made me that depressed, I should leave and he would pay for my small amount of outgoings. He wants me to be happy so much that he would take on my financial burdens. I think I might keep him :-) He is the one thing in my little world that makes me smile every day. Even now when he is laying the wrong way round on the bed, hugging a pillow and snoring slightly.
Now that I have written a To-Do list and made it so very public, I will have to stick to it. The big issues getting sorted will lead to my future happiness and security. For now though, I will be content with some of the little things - watching Angel and snuggling up with the BF :-)
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
Staying In Is The New Going Out - Sometimes Anyway!
Is it just me or does the idea of spending every weekend out drinking hold less appeal than it used to? I spent Saturday night watching season five of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and eating Christmas chocolates. Bliss. I actually fell asleep before midnight with the TV on, only to wake up at 1am to find that the BF was still out and the TV was still on. A text message or two later and I discovered they were at a club and were not coming back any time soon. I promptly went back to sleep, to be awoken at 3.40am to find the BF slightly worse for wear snoozing on the floor, wrapped in a blanket! Ah bless.
I was supposed to go out with him, his sister and some others, but I was knackered after working all day and really couldn't be bothered with getting changed and staying out 'til stupid o'clock drinking. So off he went without me, and I didn't mind at all. I did feel a bit bad for cancelling at the last minute, but it doesn't hurt for us to have a little time apart to see friends and family. Plus I totally wasn't in the mood for socialising. I wanted to spend some quality time with my favourite vampire slayer :-)
I like having time by myself. It's the one thing you lose a bit when you live with your partner. One of my favourite things used to be snuggling up under a blanket with a bag of Doritos and a good film or dvd boxset and just enjoying the me time. It's also healthy to have separate interests and not spend every second together. Once a week I do aerobics with a friend and sometimes have movie nights at her house. It means I get some exercise in and also gives me and BF some space. When I'm out he takes the time to visit his sister or just watch a movie he knows I won't like (scary movies especially).
I just don't feel the need to spend every Saturday night out on the town these days either. Part of it is probably because I have better things to spend my money on than booze and door entry fees. But part of it is that I just like staying in. It means the times I do go out I enjoy it more and try to make it a really good night. I'm sure this is not an age thing because the BF is seven years older than me and he still likes a night out! I wonder if it's partly because when I was going out every weekend, I was single and so were my best friends so we all enjoyed going out a lot. But now we're all happily coupled up we do other things, like meeting for lunch or going round my GBF's for dinner. It seems to be more about spending quality time together rather than shouting in each other's ears in a noisy bar. Don't get me wrong, I still like those noisy bars. I just like them in moderation these days! Now, where's my cup of tea and slippers? ;-)
I was supposed to go out with him, his sister and some others, but I was knackered after working all day and really couldn't be bothered with getting changed and staying out 'til stupid o'clock drinking. So off he went without me, and I didn't mind at all. I did feel a bit bad for cancelling at the last minute, but it doesn't hurt for us to have a little time apart to see friends and family. Plus I totally wasn't in the mood for socialising. I wanted to spend some quality time with my favourite vampire slayer :-)
I like having time by myself. It's the one thing you lose a bit when you live with your partner. One of my favourite things used to be snuggling up under a blanket with a bag of Doritos and a good film or dvd boxset and just enjoying the me time. It's also healthy to have separate interests and not spend every second together. Once a week I do aerobics with a friend and sometimes have movie nights at her house. It means I get some exercise in and also gives me and BF some space. When I'm out he takes the time to visit his sister or just watch a movie he knows I won't like (scary movies especially).
I just don't feel the need to spend every Saturday night out on the town these days either. Part of it is probably because I have better things to spend my money on than booze and door entry fees. But part of it is that I just like staying in. It means the times I do go out I enjoy it more and try to make it a really good night. I'm sure this is not an age thing because the BF is seven years older than me and he still likes a night out! I wonder if it's partly because when I was going out every weekend, I was single and so were my best friends so we all enjoyed going out a lot. But now we're all happily coupled up we do other things, like meeting for lunch or going round my GBF's for dinner. It seems to be more about spending quality time together rather than shouting in each other's ears in a noisy bar. Don't get me wrong, I still like those noisy bars. I just like them in moderation these days! Now, where's my cup of tea and slippers? ;-)
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Age = Self Confidence?
Strange. I'm feeling odd. Not in an ill sort of way. In a sort-of-different way. I went out on Saturday night for the first time in, ahem, ages. Halloween actually. That hasn't happened in - can't remember how long. Anyway, I went out with a couple of girls I hadn't seen in ages. Sitting in the bar drinking a glass (or three) of rose, I realised I was older than both of them. In a different decade in fact. Slightly weird? Yes. They are both annoyingly attractive and financially more successful than me, which became apparant during the course of the conversation. A bit irritating? Yes.
But as the night progressed and we moved on to another bar (this one has a dancefloor, yay), I realised something else. They are both terribly insecure, despite their looks. I may be financially insecure but I appear to have more self-confidence than either of them. One was really self-conscious about her dress and needs to drink rather a lot to feel comfortable dancing. She looked fantastic in the dress and had nothing to worry about. The other looks good in everything but doesn't seem to know when she's had enough wine and hasn't had a proper boyfriend the entire time I've known her. That may be a lifestyle choice, although I'm not not certain it is, as we were talking men (as us girls do) and when I mentioned nice things the BF does for me, she said several times 'I need a man like that'.
I didn't care a jot what anyone thought when they looked at my outfit (playsuit with black shorts and leopard print top with gold and black glitter wedges, for anybody who cares). I don't need to drink to dance. I'd dance anyway. I probably did have a little more to drink than I usually would, but I stopped when I knew I'd had enough and got a bottle of water. I have a lovely BF, so don't worry about trying to attract male attention when I'm out. I think being a little older means you get a bit more comfy in your own skin. Maybe you stop caring about what other people think. I figured out quite a while ago that nobody really gives a toss what shapes you throw on the dancefloor; most people are too busy having their own fun. Or are too pissed to notice.
While I'd like the financial benefits my friend's jobs give them, I wouldn't trade my self-confidence for it. Some things money just can't buy. I'm not saying I never look in the mirror and go 'arghhh!' or that I'm Miss Super-Confident. That's not true. I just feel that I have gained a sense of happiness and content in some areas of my life and those things give me the confidence to just be me. I feel a song coming on...'I am the one and only, nobody I'd rather be...' Got to love a bit of Chesney :-)
But as the night progressed and we moved on to another bar (this one has a dancefloor, yay), I realised something else. They are both terribly insecure, despite their looks. I may be financially insecure but I appear to have more self-confidence than either of them. One was really self-conscious about her dress and needs to drink rather a lot to feel comfortable dancing. She looked fantastic in the dress and had nothing to worry about. The other looks good in everything but doesn't seem to know when she's had enough wine and hasn't had a proper boyfriend the entire time I've known her. That may be a lifestyle choice, although I'm not not certain it is, as we were talking men (as us girls do) and when I mentioned nice things the BF does for me, she said several times 'I need a man like that'.
I didn't care a jot what anyone thought when they looked at my outfit (playsuit with black shorts and leopard print top with gold and black glitter wedges, for anybody who cares). I don't need to drink to dance. I'd dance anyway. I probably did have a little more to drink than I usually would, but I stopped when I knew I'd had enough and got a bottle of water. I have a lovely BF, so don't worry about trying to attract male attention when I'm out. I think being a little older means you get a bit more comfy in your own skin. Maybe you stop caring about what other people think. I figured out quite a while ago that nobody really gives a toss what shapes you throw on the dancefloor; most people are too busy having their own fun. Or are too pissed to notice.
While I'd like the financial benefits my friend's jobs give them, I wouldn't trade my self-confidence for it. Some things money just can't buy. I'm not saying I never look in the mirror and go 'arghhh!' or that I'm Miss Super-Confident. That's not true. I just feel that I have gained a sense of happiness and content in some areas of my life and those things give me the confidence to just be me. I feel a song coming on...'I am the one and only, nobody I'd rather be...' Got to love a bit of Chesney :-)
Friday, 6 January 2012
Well, Now That's Out Of The Way!
Phew. It's all over. And I have come out of it unscathed. Interesting. Woke up yesterday morning and it didn't really feel like my birthday. But then, what does a birthday feel like...? Opened some pressies, very nice, had some breakfast and went off to London.
Ah London. I have a rather ambiguous attitude to our great capital. On the one hand I enjoy visiting as there's always something new to do, or least something I haven't done or seen before. On the other hand, there are so many people and they're always in such a hurry! And I usually leave with a headache, especially if I've been near Oxford Street. Weird. I had a lovely day out though, particularly our trip on the London Eye. I've wanted to go on it for ages, so it was a good birthday treat :-) I quite fancied visiting the British Film Museum until we realised it wasn't free and we'd just spent quite a lot on the Eye! So that idea gave way to a nice, albeit rather windy, walk up past the Houses of Parliament into Trafalgar Square and on towards Tottenham Court Road (where I nearly got blown off my feet). The British Museum was our destination of choice and very good it was too. I came away with a novelty USB stick in the shape of an Egyptian mummy. I think it's cute. But then I can be a bit strange.
Dinner at Pizza Express followed, where they were doing 20p puddings. Dough balls with Nutella dip? It would be rude not to for 20p! Then the inevitable headachey walk down to Oxford Circus tube station. I do wonder why it is that this particular stretch of pavement gives me a headache. Not just me either. The BF got one too. Probably a sympathy headache ;-)
As predicted, I gave my age hardly a fleeting thought. A teeny tiny one maybe, but for the most part I was just having a nice day out. And the fact that the BF was treating me made it all the better :-) Although I did buy him a hot chocolate. It seems that being 30 hasn't hit me yet. Or maybe I have accepted it. After all, it is a fact. What else is there to do but accept it? Can't turn the clock back. However, I received two cards with the number 30 on and I admit to feeling frowny about that. Oh and my birthday cake has a huge 3-0 on. That section will be the first to be eaten. Destroy the evidence obviously! Then deny all knowledge. What is this 'thirty' you speak of?
Ah London. I have a rather ambiguous attitude to our great capital. On the one hand I enjoy visiting as there's always something new to do, or least something I haven't done or seen before. On the other hand, there are so many people and they're always in such a hurry! And I usually leave with a headache, especially if I've been near Oxford Street. Weird. I had a lovely day out though, particularly our trip on the London Eye. I've wanted to go on it for ages, so it was a good birthday treat :-) I quite fancied visiting the British Film Museum until we realised it wasn't free and we'd just spent quite a lot on the Eye! So that idea gave way to a nice, albeit rather windy, walk up past the Houses of Parliament into Trafalgar Square and on towards Tottenham Court Road (where I nearly got blown off my feet). The British Museum was our destination of choice and very good it was too. I came away with a novelty USB stick in the shape of an Egyptian mummy. I think it's cute. But then I can be a bit strange.
Dinner at Pizza Express followed, where they were doing 20p puddings. Dough balls with Nutella dip? It would be rude not to for 20p! Then the inevitable headachey walk down to Oxford Circus tube station. I do wonder why it is that this particular stretch of pavement gives me a headache. Not just me either. The BF got one too. Probably a sympathy headache ;-)
As predicted, I gave my age hardly a fleeting thought. A teeny tiny one maybe, but for the most part I was just having a nice day out. And the fact that the BF was treating me made it all the better :-) Although I did buy him a hot chocolate. It seems that being 30 hasn't hit me yet. Or maybe I have accepted it. After all, it is a fact. What else is there to do but accept it? Can't turn the clock back. However, I received two cards with the number 30 on and I admit to feeling frowny about that. Oh and my birthday cake has a huge 3-0 on. That section will be the first to be eaten. Destroy the evidence obviously! Then deny all knowledge. What is this 'thirty' you speak of?
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
An Ending... or a New Beginning?
So, here I sit. Contemplating what it will mean. Today is the last day of my twenties. I'm not sure really how to feel about that. It's strange. After all, it's only a number. Isn't it? Does it mean I will have to be 'grown-up' or something? Am I not already 'grown-up'? It's an odd thing. People have kept asking me what I want for this birthday, saying it's an important one. Why? What makes it more important than any other birthday? Is it because it's, (whisper it) - 30? All I want for this birthday is to not be 30. But seeing as how that's impossible, I will settle for not going to work (seriously, turning 30 and having to be at work? As if the first thing isn't bad enough!) And as my twenties end (sob) I decided to start this blog as an incentive to make my thirties (argh, thirties!) a bit more productive.
So as this era ends, I find myself feeling reflective. What have I learned from this glorious age? Perhaps I should list them:
1. Good friends stay around no matter what shit goes on. I can count them on my fingers and know they will always be there.
2. Heartbreak happens but it makes you stronger when you come out the other side.
3. People that treat you like dog poo will get their comeuppance.
4. Some dates will be a disaster. Horrifying at the time but hilarious later on!
5. Education is essential but experience matters.
6. Getting divorced in your twenties isn't a bad thing. Especially when your ex is your GBF.
7. Spending four years in a directionless relationship with the world's most indecisive person isn't a bad thing either. It taught me what I wanted out of a relationship - direction and someone who knows their own mind.
8. Partying til they turn the lights on and throw you out is the best!
9. Waiting for the right person is definitely worth it. You know when it happens.
10. Good skincare starts at 17. I'm still getting asked for ID. Annoying at 21, brilliant now!
I've learned more than I thought! Tomorrow will be spent in London with the BF who is taking me to the London Eye :-) Thoughts of 30 will probably disappear, as I intend to have a good time. It's a bizarre transition, this twenties to thirties nonsense. We'll see how I feel on Friday when it's all over...
So as this era ends, I find myself feeling reflective. What have I learned from this glorious age? Perhaps I should list them:
1. Good friends stay around no matter what shit goes on. I can count them on my fingers and know they will always be there.
2. Heartbreak happens but it makes you stronger when you come out the other side.
3. People that treat you like dog poo will get their comeuppance.
4. Some dates will be a disaster. Horrifying at the time but hilarious later on!
5. Education is essential but experience matters.
6. Getting divorced in your twenties isn't a bad thing. Especially when your ex is your GBF.
7. Spending four years in a directionless relationship with the world's most indecisive person isn't a bad thing either. It taught me what I wanted out of a relationship - direction and someone who knows their own mind.
8. Partying til they turn the lights on and throw you out is the best!
9. Waiting for the right person is definitely worth it. You know when it happens.
10. Good skincare starts at 17. I'm still getting asked for ID. Annoying at 21, brilliant now!
I've learned more than I thought! Tomorrow will be spent in London with the BF who is taking me to the London Eye :-) Thoughts of 30 will probably disappear, as I intend to have a good time. It's a bizarre transition, this twenties to thirties nonsense. We'll see how I feel on Friday when it's all over...
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