These are crazy days...

Hello lovely readers and happy Summer! Amazing to think that we have transitioned between seasons since my last blog. As I’m sure you will soon realise whilst reading this, that is all that seems to have changed. 

Yes, I could fabricate a long and epic story of how I was about to write another blog several weeks ago but was swept away by some awesomely powerful hurricane that would later turn out to be a portal to another dimension from which I have only just managed to return… but I’m sure you have come to rely on a little more honesty from me. The truth is that I haven’t been blogging simply because there have been very few (still an over-exaggeration) blog-worthy occurrences in my life of late! 

So, any normal person would have a lot to report after 6 weeks away from the blogosphere and hence a rather long post but not me! Nope, I am merely checking in to assure you all that my usual day-to-day boredom has remained constant. If the situation changes, you will be the first to know.

Peace out,

K x

Critical reflection. CRITICAL REFLECTION?! What is critical reflection even supposed to mean? Much as I would love to believe that it refers some some magical talking but slightly sarcastic mirror situation, I think we all know that the truth is far more mundane than that. The long and short of it is that I am DREADING having to analyse my incredibly mundane life for an assignment. Fair enough, I enjoy writing but I can’t help but feel that writing about my writing and why I might have written what I wrote in the order that I wrote it could get a little boring (not to mention complicated to explain). 

Having said this, the assignment has forced me to look back at my life to date (boring as it may be) and as a result I have had quite an enjoyable afternoon catching up on the music that I used to love and reminiscing about the Saturday mornings spent ironing whilst listening to my favourite albums. Alas, those days are gone and much as it saddens me that I will never be as care-free as I was back then, it is still nice to have a good collection of music untainted by teenage angst and grown-up stresses. 

Well, I seem to have written myself in to a bit of a hole here. To conclude: Critical Reflection: Bad, Music: Good.

Peace out,

K x

Anticipation. Seems to be one of my life’s defining concepts right now. It can relate to so many things! Firstly, I know you have all been anticipating this post like a fat kid anticipates the bakery opening on a Sunday morning. 

However relevant anticipation is to my life, I always resent it. As Mr.Hitchcock so eloquently explains, the anticipation is more often than not far more emotional than the event itself. Allow me to elaborate…

Christmas. What a bitch! We are lulled into a guilty anticipation late September, coerced in to financial anticipation come October and by November all the halls are decked and the anticipation of the big day officially hits Facebook. Now, with 30 however-many days to go Christmas fevers are running high only to be ice-bucketed come the big day by the realisation that Christmas, like every other year, is never as good as you anticipate it to be. After all, how can one day live up to 70 odd days dedicated to it before hand? 

The example that kicked off my thoughts about anticipation today was work. Always anticipated to be worse than it actually is. Thinking about starting an assignment is often far more daunting than actually writing one. (Of course then you’re left with the agonising anticipation of the result but let’s skim over that for now.) Sitting in university today reading, I suddenly realised, hey! I’m working! This isn’t actually so bad. What’s all the fuss about?

I suppose what I’m trying to get at is that things often seem worse than they are, with the exception of Christmas, naturally.

Peace out.

K x 

Timing. It’s a bitch. 

I could leave it at that but I should probably explain. Ever heard the saying “You wait hours for a bus and then three show up at once”? Well it’s a bit like that. We’ve had a whole summer (a bloody good one) of nothing very much happening. But when it comes to the time when assignments are being written, presentations are being planned and general uni stress sets in, everything piles up.

I never thought that so many of the people I love could be hurting at the same time. The worst thing is that there’s nothing I can do about it. Though I am capable of some remarkable feats, unfortunately I am powerless against disease and the fickle foe of human emotion. 

All this seems a little morbid but that’s where the title comes in. Yes, it’s a Razorlight lyric but that doesn’t make it any less relevant! I guess the point I’m trying to make is that it doesn’t matter how much you’re hurting as long as you have people around you who, like me, may be powerless, but care for you so much that they wish they weren’t. If you have people in your life who can not only put up with your fragile state but also give up their own time to be there for you, then nothing is too hard to get through. 

I know I have some of those people, and I can only hope that I am one of those people to someone. 

Peace out.

K x

P.S. Sunnier blog tomorrow, promise.