pssh, I AM John Mayer.

"Graaaaavityyyyyyyyyy"

Reunions

The past two weeks or so, I have met up with so many people from my past – either from past acquaintances, or from high school – and I’ve absolutely loved seeing them again.

I have realised that if you haven’t seen or talked to a friend in a long time and (finally) see them after a while, and find that can just have a LONG conversation for hours about anything then that person is a TRUE friend. Saying that, I have had the best chats I’ve had in a while thanks to seeing all these people again.

It’s great to hear what they’ve been up to, what’s happening, their thoughts on things, about life, growing up, responsibilities, being an adult, gossip and so on and so forth.

What’s even better to hear is that we all share the same thoughts about our own lives, no matter how ‘successful’ we may seem to be. We all feel like there’s always that need to be more, or that things should and must get better. In other words, not totally satisfied with what they have achieved so far in life.

I was shocked, and at the same time kind of relieved to find that pretty much ALL of my mates from high school feel exactly the same way I do. And no, they are definitely not dole bludgers or bums who live off their parents. Some have found themselves in very good jobs and I am quite shocked that they actually feel the way they do.

I’ve always felt that I was in career limbo for a while, swaying from one to another hoping to find the right one. I feel that I’m finally on the right path, thank goodness. However, my only regret is that I wish that I found this path much earlier. Saying that I am thankful that I’ve found it, and that goal to success seems ever so clearer.

I guess this is what they call a quarter life crisis, a point in your life where you stop and take a look back to see where you are. Perhaps some may feel disappointed; actually I’m guessing most people around this age would be. It’s easy for us to say that we haven’t achieved anything worth being proud about. But seriously, 24-25 years on this earth is a really long time and surely, there has to be something there that you can perhaps call defining moments in your own life that you can definitely be proud of.

For me, there has been a few. Although at the moment, my pride and joy is this one right here: Tee hee hee.

mah nu kah

It's grey, like... um... MY ASS! ............ sorry.

Yes, me.

Okay, so here we go with another entry. I haven’t had much to write about but I guess I came to a self-discovery and I thought it was due time that I would share it with you, the people who I consider strangers and know nothing about.

That self discovery? Ladies and gentlemen, I am a snob. Yes, indeed I am. Or at least, I was.

How did I come to that conclusion you may ask? Well the story starts with my parents and myself driving off to a place a little out there. Let’s just say that it doesn’t share the same area code as Sydney Metro. Anyway, we got a little hungry and we stopped off at this restaurant/bar that advertised 8-dollar steaks.

So we get out of the car and enter the building. I found myself in one of those stereotypical country bars where they have pool tables, a country band playing in the corner and of course, all the bogan* patrons that seem to be part of the scenery in these type of things.

Now, it seemed like I found myself in bogan central, as I seemed to be surrounded by them. All talking loud, with their broad accents and I recall hearing a conversation between a “Nozza” and a “Mick” about beers and utes.

And so while trying to soak up the atmosphere, I realised that I was getting rather uncomfortable up to the point where I pretty much retracted into my shell and just did not even speak a word to my parents, or anyone for that matter throughout the whole ordeal. All the while I was pretty much thinking ‘geez, these people are rather gross’ or something along the lines of ‘geez, these people should get a job/shower/general sense of decency’. All the while, my parents didn’t seem to be phased one bit. In fact, my dad probably loved it, he was singing along to the music and all. We even scored free drinks and a discount off our meal because of him.

But anyway, after we paid for the meal and up and left I hopped into my car and did a little thinking. I was just thinking why I felt so negatively towards those people. I mean, they didn’t harm me at all, no cursing, no nothing , so why all the drama?

I came to the conclusion that I was a pretty snobby type of person, almost to the point of being posh. That came to a shock to me because I always thought of myself as a kind of decent, rather accepting (type of person). I mean, who am I to judge these people when I myself is not exactly A-Class material? Those people there were probably just there to enjoy a nice meal/drink and music and everyone I reckon has a right to just exactly that, right? And why the fuck should I classify people based on how they look/smell/act etc? Why should I classify people, period?

So yeah, that is my self – realisation and I’m quite happy for myself. So now, I love bogans, so umm, excuse me while I head off to Blacktown/Mt. Druitt and get me some bogan lovin’.

*’bogans’ are also known as hicks, westies, derros/derelict, yokels and country musicians.

I'm still here

Don't worry people, I'm still alive. I haven't posted in a while because I've been busy with things. Pretty busy, you know with sleep and stuff.

Nah, honestly, I just really haven't had shit to write about, and people have been bugging me to no end about doing another post, so here it is.

Hmm, let's see what's happened the last few weeks.

Hmm, oh, um...

Oh, I got a PlayStation 3... It's nice and black.

Um...

Oh, got a new car too. Yup, another one. Long story, maybe I'll leave that for another post.

But yeah, just me saying hi to you all. And plus I'm bored here at uni, just waiting for my little animation to render.

I'll be back, don't you worry.