When you're younger, you think you have all the time in the world, that growing up and getting a job is something stuffy old people do. Then you hit your 20's and leave education, and shit gets real.
Now I'm not in any way complaining about my job. I actually enjoy doing it, and it gets me by. What I don't like is the way all my time just seems to get sucked into this vortex, I can coast through weeks without really ever noticing anything. I spend pretty much all day every weekday engaging with a screen of some kind. Not because I want to, but because there's very little alternative for me.
I'm hoping now that it's the middle of May I might be able to get out a bit more in the evenings without having to put on my armbands first. There's nothing like a refreshing walk when you're bored out of your skull.
Not that I'm a loner or anything, but I don't really know anyone local to me here in Bedford. I grew up in Kent, lived there between the ages of 5 and 18, made friends for life there, and I'd move back in a heartbeat if money were no object.
Unfortunately it is, so here I am. Blogging. I mean, that's great news for you, obviously, you get my pearls of wisdom to peruse at your leisure. But I miss the days where I could just ring my mates and go and drink cheap nasty cider on the beach in the middle of the night. I miss just walking through town and seeing people I knew, setting up impromptu gatherings, playing poker.
Growing up sucks, but at least I still have my immaturity. Penis.
~Flynny
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