I feel I've been rather unfair in my title, come to think of it. I actually enjoy Werther's Originals. Midsummer Murders, however, you can drop down a well along with a lit match and some bottles of sherry.
May want to stand back first.
Anyway, I'm now going to complain about something which seems to suddenly smack people our age in the face like a wrinkled haddock.
Age.
It's simple really: we teens just don't want to grow up. We're currently at that, frankly, blissful part of life where you can leave home to party and go to university, but can always return home if things go tits up. We can sleep until the latter part of the day and argue that pjs really are the upcoming fashion. Our attention span is outweighed by our alcohol intake and if you can balance University work with gaming, you're perfect.
So yeah. That's life for us students. Who wouldn't want to stay like that forever?
But constantly, we are dragged back into that pit hopelessly named The Real World with little reminders of what's in store.
Working, for example. Don't worry, I know I've already bitched to high-heaven this year about employment, so I won't repeat myself. But putting a laid-back student into a working environment is not unlike putting a cat in a Pet-Carrier. We just don't want it.
Right, jobs. They're the little reminders of what life's actually about?
But you wanna know what's really getting me down? Things that used to be fun.
Birthdays, for example. I'm not joking, my 19th birthday was SO depressing. Nothing happened. Or, at least, next to nothing happened. I woke up. I got dressed. I got a few gifts; mostly because I could no longer form any thoughts as to what I wanted as a gift
[Plus, as much as it pains me to say it, I already had bought a load of stuff with money from my....sigh....job]
But that was it. I remember thinking "Well, one year older."
Yup. Birthday - tick. One of the lowest days of my life, because I realised in that moment that all the fun ages were over (and don't give the same bullshite about turning 21 - we're not American, we can already do everything) and from this point on, going one age up was going to change from 'fun' to 'time consuming'.
Then Christmas. Now I've already had a rather low Christmas - last year's one. I woke up at 11am, rolled over and thought "there is not one single iota of excitement or happiness in me right now". So guess what? I went back to sleep.
To be fair, I got absolutely none of the exiting Christmas build up last year. In Halls, we had no decorations what-so-ever, or any radio to stick on Christmas Carols in the morning. No tree. No excitement or buzz in the air. Just 8 teen students living in dank conditions.
[Bitch bitch bitch, I know!]
This year's been a bit better in actual housing. We have a tree, which we put up ourselves. There's presents under it, I've got coloured lights in my bedroom, we made stockings, paper-chains...
And still, if more than three adverts on TV say "Christmas!" in a row, I just get grumpy. I'm such a Scrooge now. Even advents calendars are falling into disuse. I didn't get one at Uni last year, but I did when I got home. So I sat, playing my PS3, eating 16 little squares of Milkybar Chocolate to myself
(On a weird side note: anyone else noticed advent calendars getting stingy and cheaper on the chocolate? Thank you, Jamie Oliver!)
But what's really sad is I didn't even want all 16 at the time, so left them. And then forgot until about the 23, so ate another load of them to myself in a go. If this isn't aging gracelessly, I dunno what is.
Plus tradition changes this year - rather than Christmas at home, it's Christmas at my sister's in Plymouth. Which I don't really mind, I'm actually impressed that she's taken on such a huge task. But even then...it's just not the same is it?
We're all aging. Everything's changing. From what I can see, not for the better.
And in those two, godawful words which I blogged about recently:
"That's life!"
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