Rooting through some old notebooks yesterday and I found that I'm pretty much the same girl as I was when I was 16, just with better taste in music, men and notebooks. Apparently, I wanted a beagle dog called Zeppelin. Yeah, as in Led. I wanted a daschund called Bambi. (Evidentally, I probably didn't know at the time that daschund's don't last long due to numerous back problems.) I also wanted a blue doberman, called Monroe. Why the fuck not?
This is why I keep notebooks. So when I'm 80 and I have alzheimers, someone can read them back to me and I can remember what I was like when I was 19. I know I'll want to remember things like that.
What can I say, I'm a dog person.
Tuesday 11 December 2012
Saturday 8 December 2012
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, Rich Man, Poor Man, Bar Tender, Chef.
Someone who I trust told me yesterday that it's hard to keep friendships and relationships alive when your friends work in the same industry as you.
Does that mean it's not worth it? NO. NO. NO.
If anything these people will understand you more, making it easier to be friends; you understand how the job works, what the hours are like, how you feel at the end of the day, what you're expected to do.
Who is going to understand that a chef doesn't finish work until 11pm at night better, than a bar tender who sometimes doesn't get home till 3am? It's the tricks of the trade, I'm afraid - but having someone that understands; that makes it worth it.
If I had to go home every night to a paper-pusher who worked 9-5, 5 days a week , it could never work. I'd be tired, they wouldn't get it. And when they would want to go out, I'd be working.
Just a little thought really, that maybe it isn't that hard to keep friendships and relationships with those who work in the same industry as you. You just have to allow for certain things, and take advantage of the time off you have together - it may be sparing.
Still, I think having people around in general who understand you is better than having people around you who appreciate, but who don't get you.
Maybe that's just the way I feel. Maybe it's just me.
Lex. xxx
Does that mean it's not worth it? NO. NO. NO.
If anything these people will understand you more, making it easier to be friends; you understand how the job works, what the hours are like, how you feel at the end of the day, what you're expected to do.
Who is going to understand that a chef doesn't finish work until 11pm at night better, than a bar tender who sometimes doesn't get home till 3am? It's the tricks of the trade, I'm afraid - but having someone that understands; that makes it worth it.
If I had to go home every night to a paper-pusher who worked 9-5, 5 days a week , it could never work. I'd be tired, they wouldn't get it. And when they would want to go out, I'd be working.
Just a little thought really, that maybe it isn't that hard to keep friendships and relationships with those who work in the same industry as you. You just have to allow for certain things, and take advantage of the time off you have together - it may be sparing.
Still, I think having people around in general who understand you is better than having people around you who appreciate, but who don't get you.
Maybe that's just the way I feel. Maybe it's just me.
Lex. xxx
Friday 7 December 2012
Nothing is (ever) what it seems.
Sometimes you create an idea in your head, the way something in your future will be. You always paint the trees taller than they actually are, or accentuate someones eyes bigger than they actually are.
When I was younger I imagined that the friends I made at University would be with me for the rest of my life. I imagined that at least two of the girls I'd meet would become my best friends, we'd be inseperable, I'd be in their weddings, pseudo-Aunt to their eventual-kids that kind of thing. I'd rely on the boys I'd meet to be the brothers I didn't have growing up. They'd look out for me, but still be there for the banter.
But I look at my life, and maybe that's not how real life works. Maybe I just expected too much.
Coming to University may not have been what I expected, but it's been epically (sp!?) wonderful in other ways.
When I was younger I imagined that the friends I made at University would be with me for the rest of my life. I imagined that at least two of the girls I'd meet would become my best friends, we'd be inseperable, I'd be in their weddings, pseudo-Aunt to their eventual-kids that kind of thing. I'd rely on the boys I'd meet to be the brothers I didn't have growing up. They'd look out for me, but still be there for the banter.
But I look at my life, and maybe that's not how real life works. Maybe I just expected too much.
Coming to University may not have been what I expected, but it's been epically (sp!?) wonderful in other ways.
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