There are so many items of clothing that I want to be able to wear but I know wouldn’t ever suit me. ~~Sad times~~
This. A million times this.
It still surprises me that in this day and age, with the endless information that is available to us on the internet, that people still think it’s perfectly fine to use sun beds.
I personally will do anything I can to avoid getting a tan, because skin damage isn’t really my kinda thing. But I understand that there are a lot of people who don’t like being pale, and that’s fine. There are some reasonable fake tan products out there and if you want to sit out in the sun with a reasonable level of sun protection then knock yourself out.
But why oh why would you choose to wrap yourself in a high powered oven? On what planet does that sound like a fun way to spend an afternoon? You’re going to have the skin of a raisin by the time you’re 35, not to mention there is a relatively high risk of it actually killing you.
But hey, God forbid you look a bit pastey, right?
You and your updates are currently making my life a living hell.
Please stop failing so much at all things computer related. ASAP.
Are degrees worth it? There seems to be an increasing feeling that you have to go to university to get anywhere in life and it makes me kind of sad. The vast majority of people I know who graduated are not in stable jobs or their jobs are stable but they are not the jobs that they want. Is that what they spent nearly £50k for?
University is something you do when you’re not ready to face the real world yet. It’s a barrier between you and real life, giving you the comfort of knowing that even if you make a mistake or you screw up, you’re only a student, you’re still learning, you’re still on that journey to somewhere - you’re not actually there yet. It’s an excuse as to why you don’t know what you’re doing.
Unfortunately, life is going to bite you on the ass eventually and a bit of paper, a fancy hat and an excessive overdraft is not going to save you when it does.
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breath in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
People are just infuriating me today - mainly people with immature, fickle stupidness. Grow up and get over it. You are actually a waste of my time.
Time for a spring clean of the ol’ friendship cupboard I think!