Above and Beyond.

Don't you just hate those kind of people in life? Yeah, you know, the ones that continuously try and bring you down. They're clever though, I'll grant them that. They're never out right in their negativity, their short comings as a person, a friend. They instead hide behind their lack of enthusiasm, and their 'Oh right' responses when you tell them your latest idea, or plan.

And do you know what? Those people that bring you down and jealous because something efficient is missing in their life. And instead of working on their own drama, and fixing their missing pieces, they take it out on someone else, offloading their negativity onto them in the hopes that they, too, will be the same.

And a quick FYI, it won't work. The fact that you want to bring someone down in the first place means they're already way high above you.

Love is Love. That's All.

I know infidelity is somewhat this taboo subject in as much as it's wrong; the end.
We're not supposed to promote, nor support it. If you break apart a marriage, a family, it's the mistress, the third party that is labelled the home wrecker and who then has to endure all this hatred from people. But has anybody ever put themselves into her shoes? Ever wondered how she feels? It's so easy to hate that person who tore somebody from their relationship, but what if what she felt was real. Any by real, I'm not defining just an attraction. I'm talking that butterflies in the stomach, can't eat or sleep, thinking about them literally every second of every day kind of love. The type where they don't know when, or how, but just know at some point they fell in love, and whether they planned to or not is beside the point, because it's done. They're head over heels in love, and he is all she wants. And he could reciprocate every single emotion, but he's already someone elses. But can you really blame her for wanting any part of him she could get? Hours locked away in a hotel, secret phone calls and texts and weekends away may be the best she gets, she all that time she's with him, so it really doesn't matter. What if, although he's married, he's never felt this magnitude of strong feelings before. What if, when he married, he somehow settled, and this girl that has come into his life is the love of his life.

Can you really blame somebody for falling in love, whether or not hes available?
I don't think you choose to fall in love, I think that somehow, love finds you.
So then it all boils down to fate, so can you blame fate?

The Cliche of a Fairytale; The Ending.

Happily ever after.

That's what we all want, right? We all want that prince charming, the one to stand out from the crowd of weeds we've dated, and to fight for us. We want that big diamond ring, and the fairytale wedding surrounded by a sea of people.

But why is the ending to important? Why is that all we focus on in life? The ending?

Life's too short as it is, so why do we feel this compelling need to search for the right guy so early on in our lives? Sure, it would be nice to date someone who gave back as much as they took, someone not scared of commitment, who can stay faithful. But it's also those moments where we learn the most. We learn pain so we can identify it, and swear to ourselves we'd never let another person let us feel that. We cry because we're human, and because nothing in life is ever perfect. People let us down so that we develop trust, and before long, we differentiate those we can and cannot trust. We fall in love and learn what it's like to have a connection with another person. And then we fall in love again, and again, so that we learn no two people are the same. We stop comparing, and we start accepting.

You see, the end, that's exactly that; the end.
It's the parts before the end that we should focus on because it's those moments that truly define us.

Definition of a 'True' Friend.

Friends, they're everywhere. Everyone second of every day we have the option to make them. When we commute to work, people surround us, and all you need is that one moment to connect and then you're both laughing, exchanging facebook addresses, and voila. Another friend. When you go out for the evening, there's people everywhere. They're at the bar waiting in the same tediously long queue where the bar man is serving anything with a grade A cleavage before you. You start to moan, and then they start to moan, and before long you're laughing as you hoist up your padded bra to make sure you're served next.

My point is that friends are everywhere. Sometimes we make them in the most conventional ways, through University, and through work. Others times they're in the most unlikely ways, enemies calling a truce because life is just too short to hate. Or an ex of your latest ex, because you feel like the only two people in the world to understand how that other person is feeling. You know, we have 300, 400, maybe even over 1000 facebook friends and Twitter followers, but how many of them can you count on to be there for you.


You see, this thing, friendship, it's a two way relationship. It's not about waiting round, just waiting for that person to be there for you. It's about making the choice to be there for them, whether they tell you they're okay, or that they don't need you. A friend is someone that doesn't need to be told, doesn't need hints and directions to know when somebody really needs them to be there.

They should be the person there for you, knowing exactly how you're feeling even when you say nothing. They should know when something is hurting you, yet you're putting on this brave exterior to the world. They should say those words that can comfort, and assure you, and when you cry, they're the ones rocking you back and fourth as they wipe your eyes with wads of tissue.

You see, anybody can be a friend. You don't need to particularly know someone to class them as a friend. We have them in all different kinds of places. They listen when we have hot gossip, they laugh when we rein-counter a disastrous date, and they let us moan on and on about something that recently pissed us off.

But a true friend, they're different. They don't just want to know gossip, or hear you slagging off somebody else. They want to hear about your problems and not because it makes them glad to know you're not perfect, they want to hear about them because if you've got a problem, it instantly becomes their problem, too. A true friend will never stop listening to something you say, even though they've heard it a dozen times before. They won't like all of your other friends, but they'll respect you enough to be nice to them. They don't discourage you because they're jealous, they'll encourage you time and time again because they want you to succeed. And more importantly, they will give you just as much as you, not just because they feel like they have to, but because they want to be there for you, all the time.

So friends, they'll come and they'll go. You'll lose one or two along the road, maybe more. But you'll find others. They can always be replaced. But true friends, they're rare, and you want to make sure you hold onto them, because they're not so easily replaced.

Our Elders.

Do you ever look at old people and wonder? Wonder what their past life held for them? Wonder at which moment in their lives they fell in love for the first time. Wondered what tragedies happened. Wondered, in their youth, the career paths they took. Were they in the army, being sent out into the war to witness first hand the devastation that it had on the world? Were they in the music industry when history was being made? Were they part of some elaborate, glamorous, and equally dangerous, circus? Were they taming lions and tigers, and elephants?

You see, there's this barrier between the younger, and older generation. They moan, we moan. They don't like our music, or the fact we play it loud. They don't like our clothes, or the way we style our hair, and pierce parts of our bodies. And in turn, to us, they're just these grumpy old people who know nothing.

But they're wrong, we're wrong. They don't get that sometimes, we play our music so loud because we just want to drown out the world around us. Our clothes, our fashion, we're just trying to make an identity for ourselves. And we pierce and tattoo our skin because we're rebelling. Not from our parents, but from life. We're making a stand that this is who we are, what we want to do. So just accept us. And we're wrong. More than anything we're so wrong, because they're not just these grumpy old people, who don't get us. Yeah, they grumble and they moan, but they've also been alive a lot longer than us, see so many more things. They were there, at the events that we learn about in school, or read in books. Those moments that changed the world forever, they were a part of our history.

So instead of there being this us against them, we should unite and learn from one another. Before it's too late. Before they're gone, and they can't tell us firsthand what it was like being there when the war was surrounding them, or what it was like to train a elephant, or even how they shok the hand of Johnny Cash. You don't know just how great their life could have been.

The Life of a Recovering Bum.

I felt the need to blog to make my day feel productive, so here it is.
Alas, I am, as of tomorrow when I decide to finish my final University essay, am no longer being confined to Education - hurrah! I am free to get a solid 9 to 5 job - no more late nights in retail! - and get myself a life after spending seventeen years educating myself!

So, what do you do with yourself when your routine for the past three years ends?
I spend my day reading, listening to music, and spending another small fortune online, ASOS, my haven.


At the moment I can't put down Water for Elephants. That book is phenomenal, and I understand fully why it spend a year at #1 in the New York Times bestsellers list. Truly amazing and inspiring. I may even have to go see the film if not only to perve over R.Patz without that scrotum faced Kristen Stewart beside him.

At the moment I can't stop playing Michelle Branch - I want Tears. One of her best songs, by far. Have a listen!


And the majority of my free time is spent repacking my suitcase for Greece, each time seeming to add more clothing than taking out, but I've not been abroad in what feels like forever, and while it's more of a researching holiday, it's going to be lovely spending a week with my Nan, learning about what is essentially her second home, and meeting all those people she's talked about for ten years. And I need some sunshine, and some time away from England to put a smile back on my choppers!

Taking A Chance.

You know how we're always going on about the perfect guy, and how we're destined to find that one person that stands out from all the rest, that's different from all the useless, spineless, pitiful excuses for men that we've dated before, who makes us feel all of these feelings we've never felt before. Well, what if we look to hard? What if sometimes, we're so consumed with finding that perfect guy, the one so to speak, that we just look past all those other guys who could potentially make us happy.

Sometimes we're so busy looking for perfection, we kind of overlook something that's been right in front of us for a while.

For a while, there's been this guy. Nothing has ever happened because I've never let it happen. I'm so consumed with finding someone perfect that I just pushed him aside. And you know what? He may not be the one that I spend the rest of my life with, or something could never happen, we might try to kiss and our noses clash and its those awkward moments you dread before mumbling that you should go..

But what if it's not? What if its something better? What if there's chemistry, and those fireworks you get in your tummy when you're happy and excited, and somethings new.

I think that its time I stopped looking so hard for perfection, and instead took a chance on someone and let them show me whether they're good enough or not.


So I'm going to meet up with him, and maybe I'll let you know how it goes.