Saddest Sentence

I’m eating left over birthday cake and because it’s 3am I’m doing it in the dark while watching Community on my laptop which is all perfectly normal really except for the thought that just entered my head.

It was a single sentence that sounded so depressing it’s unbelievable.

“It’s so hard to eat birthday cake using only the light of a laptop.”

Double Whammy

So this post’s going in both of the categories I’ve made because it does kind’ve apply to both.

I was baked last night and I was thinking about the night out for my birthday and some of the events of the last month or so and it really does seem like I’m attracted to drama. Not in the sense that I make a big deal of things, because I don’t, I’m really laid back. But I tend to make decisions or do things that I know full well could easily blow up in my face and cause a lot of hassle for me, without any real thought of the consequences. It seems like I need confrontation but only when i can shift the blame on the other person. I don’t cause any drama but I definitely seem to enjoy being caught up in it, it’s the only explanation I can think of for why I’m consistently attracted to paranoid and unstable girls with trust issues.

It then started to dawn on me that maybe this whole “Say yes more” is just another way of doing exactly that. Maybe I only want to do it because it means that I’ve got an excuse to do whatever I want and not have any of the repercussions being my fault.

Introspection’s a bitch aye.

Birthday Wishes

I’ve had notoriously bad luck on my birthdays for the last five years, to the point where it’s actually become a running joke among my family and close friends.

When I was 18, I broke my ankle about a week before my birthday and couldn’t leave the house.
When I was 19, my girlfriend at the time actually cheated on me on my birthday itself.
When I was 20, I stupidly had my kneecap tattooed the day before and I was unable to bend my knee or walk properly until it healed so couldn’t go out.
When I was 21, I had Gastroenteritis and physically couldn’t eat for about three weeks, I ended up in hospital on a drip being treated for dehydration and starvation.
When I was 22, I thought my luck had changed when I went on a holiday with my ex to Athens but we argued basically the whole day and night, making it pretty shitty.

Now after six years of this happening I figured Thursday was doomed from the get go but somehow I made it there with no injuries or illnesses and no problems whatsoever.

I went out, got to my usual blackout, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde level of drunk and ended up bringing a girl from my course back to mine, we spent the rest of the next day being hungover as shit doing fuck all. I used this time to find out she’s actually a massive Dragonball Z fan, something I never thought I’d be able to say about a girl. We ended up watching about ten episodes and we’re going to have a marathon soon.

It sounds insane but after years of awful luck, something as simple as this has really put me in a good mood and given me a more positive outlook. It’s something that’s made me think, a situation only affects you in the way you let it affect you. I could easily have been unimpressed by what most would consider a perfectly average day but instead I chose to be grateful that it was the first problem-free birthday of my adult life.

Three cheers for rose-tinted glasses.

What Is This World Coming To!?

A kid I used to go to school with who I’d describe as “not unintelligent, but definitely mentally deficient” has just published a book, met Margaret Thatcher and several members of British Royalty, got a job in junior government and all before his twentieth birthday. It really is making me think that true genius is destined to go unnoticed or only be recognised posthumously. This thought saddens me.