This is going to be the most blog like blog I have probably posted on here yet. So if you care at all about my week, keep reading. You probably don’t, but I hope you do.
But in all seriousness. This isn’t a blog about what I have been doing this week. It is a piece about how I am feeling and why. The main reason I am writing it, is so that I can hash out my thoughts and put them in writing so that I am able to understand exactly how I am feeling. And if it is at all semi-interesting or relatable to you guys, then you are probably reading it right now.
I think I am experiencing some major fun withdrawal at the moment. What is fun withdrawal you might ask? Well, without sounding like the most privileged white private school girl in the history of privileged white private school girls, let's call them PWPSG’s, I am having a bit of a down day, a down week basically. Sorry that I haven’t posted on here in a while, last week was an absolute whirlwind, I was trying to get so much done before attending Groovin the Moo, that I haven’t had time to post yet this week.
Basically, GTM was amazing. I had the best time, with the best people, and I’m sure everyone else who was there agrees. But since then, everything has just been a bit average, with lack of a better word. On Monday, I handed a politics essay, worth 40%, in late. It was the longest essay I have ever written, and probably the worst one. On top of that, I worked the whole day it was due with a bad cold, stressing the whole time that I wouldn't hand it in before 4pm. I didn’t, and that night the cold got ten times worse. For some reason, I am so disappointed in myself for handing that essay in late. It is the first assignment I have handed in late at university, and I know that it was a horrible effort. Even though I often rush assignments, I rarely hand ones in that I feel ashamed about. And now, even writing this, I feel sick to my stomach about it. Weird I know, but I can’t help how I feel.
Since handing in the assignment late, my week has been OK. But I am going to be honest. Doing super fun things, like GTM, going away for the weekend, even just going out to drinks with friends, makes everything else you do seem pretty bloody boring doesn’t it. It sucks that you always end up with this post-fun-depression feeling after every weekend. What is the point of having fun if you are just going to feel sad for the rest of the week about not having fun and wanting to #takemeback. We are living in a #takemeback society. Wow, this blog officially has some direction. Excellent, hey, hi, hello, welcome back to some structure.
The whole idea of posting #takemeback pictures on social media is depressing isn’t it. We are all guilty of it though, including myself. I’m sure all of my Instagram followers secretly pray that I drop my phone on my face every time I post a New York photo that, admittedly, I took two years ago. But after all, it’s all about the aesthetically pleasing grams in this life, am I right? Either way, I don’t care what anyone thinks about what I Instagram, New York pictures make me happy. But if you really were keen to know, I drop my iPhone 6 Plus on my face on a daily basis, because I am perhaps the clumsiest person in Perth.
Anyway, that is not the point. The point is, I hate that I get sad when I am not doing something extraordinary or ‘fun’. I couldn’t be more PWPSG. It’s pathetic really. In order to be happy, I need to stop living the #takemeback life, and start thinking about what is next. Because new memories are always just around the corner. Despite how cringe that may sound, I am sure you all can agree. So in a bid to try and attempt to stop yearning for fun times of the past, I challenge all of you - especially you recent GTM goers, to accept in yourself that GTM was amazing. But don’t compare every day for the next three months to it. Because I have done that the last four days. And it really doesn’t leave you feeling very great.
Obviously, if you didn’t attend GTM, still try and apply this principle to your life, it might make everyday that little bit more exciting and worth it. Who knows, this weekend, next month, next year or even next Monday might turn out to be the best day of your life. You never know when that day will come, so you may as well wake up every morning, knowing that the possibility is there.
Sorry if this post seems a little more personal or blog-like than usual. After all, this is a freelance website, so it’s always going to be a bit random and weird, just like me. I hope it spices up your Thursday a little.