Massive blow up on the 'growing up' front on Friday. Had to do a presentation for journalism, had to pitch an idea for a magazine. The ultimate crumble, I wonder if when I die I can just watch my whole life over again. I would press the fast forward button as soon as it came to bit where my shoe fell off. Guaranteed my sweat patches were on full display aswell, had a massive heat flush.
I would also pause it when my sister made me noodles, and keep rewinding it when my good friend made me almost spill my guts on the dancefloor when he mimed to 'Better Off Alone'. At the moment though, it's just at a steady play pace. Things are on track, no doubt the fucking presentation I have to do on Tuesday will make me trip up all over again. This is the time when I need to act on what I have learnt from mistakes, and to actually make sense.
I'm clearly not ready for the big wide world. What job can I get where I don't have to talk to anyone at all? Where work stays only in the workplace and where a good wage is available? Oh man, I've really gotta grow up. That or win the lottery.
Time is contagious; everybody's getting old.
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