Growing Up Sucks
I was reading someone's old blog, and something occured to me. Growing up sucks.
A few years ago, back in Sixth Form, everybody was so much a part of everybody's lives it seemed incomprehensible that we could ever be anything but. I actually remembering thinking how, when people 'grew up' (I mean, we all considered ourselves grown up by then anyway, but you know what I mean) and got jobs and such how I couldn't understand what happened to their friends, or why those people seemed to lose contact. I always thought that those people were just really boring, and that it'd never happen to us.
Sure, that was before university, which taught us all we had to move on, but still. It occured to me that we're still all very close friends, but that we'll never recapture those days when we saw each other every single day, to the extent we were just an accepted part of each other's lives. We never had to arrange anything to see everybody, because we just did.
I never thought there'd be days where I'd get home from work and skip out on things. But it happens. And I never thought I could go so long without seeing any friends. But again, it happens.
You grow up. Growing up means spending long amounts of time just working. Growing up means those times when it seems like there's not a lot in the world apart from your job.
But the scary part, is growing up is not caring. I remember going on holiday to Spain when I was 17 for two weeks in the summer and it seeming so wierd to not see any of my friends for that long. Now, two weeks is a short time between seeing friends, even the ones in Plymouth. (Well, it's about average). And it's normal. You just, accept it. Sure, you don't LIKE it, knowing you're missing out because you're at work, but you accept it because it's normal. It's life. It's ordinary.
Which ends up feeling very strange when I go back and look at those old blog posts...
A few years ago, back in Sixth Form, everybody was so much a part of everybody's lives it seemed incomprehensible that we could ever be anything but. I actually remembering thinking how, when people 'grew up' (I mean, we all considered ourselves grown up by then anyway, but you know what I mean) and got jobs and such how I couldn't understand what happened to their friends, or why those people seemed to lose contact. I always thought that those people were just really boring, and that it'd never happen to us.
Sure, that was before university, which taught us all we had to move on, but still. It occured to me that we're still all very close friends, but that we'll never recapture those days when we saw each other every single day, to the extent we were just an accepted part of each other's lives. We never had to arrange anything to see everybody, because we just did.
I never thought there'd be days where I'd get home from work and skip out on things. But it happens. And I never thought I could go so long without seeing any friends. But again, it happens.
You grow up. Growing up means spending long amounts of time just working. Growing up means those times when it seems like there's not a lot in the world apart from your job.
But the scary part, is growing up is not caring. I remember going on holiday to Spain when I was 17 for two weeks in the summer and it seeming so wierd to not see any of my friends for that long. Now, two weeks is a short time between seeing friends, even the ones in Plymouth. (Well, it's about average). And it's normal. You just, accept it. Sure, you don't LIKE it, knowing you're missing out because you're at work, but you accept it because it's normal. It's life. It's ordinary.
Which ends up feeling very strange when I go back and look at those old blog posts...
posted by Li at 1:26 AM
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