My Life

It’s true. I haven’t been doing very many interesting things lately. I’ve been doing assignments. And studying. Then maybe having a cup of tea if I’m feeling frisky. And then, more work.

'Nah, my father's a women's rights activist.'

'Not your mum?'

'No. Mum... No. Dad wouldn't allow that. No way.'

It’s even gotten to the stage that when my friend asked me what I had spent my Saturday doing, and I responded with, ‘oh, you know, just work,’ to which she exclaimed, ‘your life sucks!’

A bit harsh maybe, but definitely touché, Pussycat.

'Stuff you, Jemaine and stuff you Bret.

And stuff you again, Jemaine.'

'Why did I get double stuffed?'

But then I got to thinking about me (not an uncommon occurrence) and my life (also, not an uncommon occurrence) and I couldn’t help thinking that she was very wrong. There are lots of things going on in my life at the moment that are perhaps not so much about instant gratification – fact - but I have so many things that make my life decidedly unsucky. In fact, I would go so far as to say, these things make my life an epic adventure.

'We shouldn't even be arguing in front of the map.'

I have come up with four easy steps to having a life that is an epic adventure. Just kdding. But I do think that there are four things that make my life epic. There are more, for sure, and I’ve decided to give my family a well-deserved rest and focus on these four key things. I don’t think that anybody else finds my dogs as entertaining as me, except for maybe my mother. But Mother Bear has abandoned me this week and has gone on holiday with Papa Bear. Maybe they’ve gone on holiday from me, who knows? Anyway… Enough about the family and dogs.

So, the four things that come to mind that make my life epic are as follows:

High School Friends

It always amazes me that I am legitimately friends with anybody who actually knows my seriously strange personality and has been forced to put up with my strange antics for a prolonger period of time. You see, I’m still friends with these delightful creatures, even though I laughed when I found out that my friend’s pet rat choked to death in it’s cage (I just wasn’t quite sure how that was going to play out). Despite repeatedly emptying the hole punch into a girl’s jacket pockets with the left overs from a hole punch (which are apparently called chads – fun fact #394), I’m still friends with her. I’m still friends with the girls to whom I confessed that feet didn’t gross me out (under certain circumstances). I’m still friends with the girls that saw me through the most awkward stage of my life; and let’s be honest, it was a super awkward stage…

'Greg, do you think of us as friends?'

'I hope so, Murray.'

'We're not. We're colleagues.'

Friends from my hall/first year flatting

It always amazes me that I am friends with anybody who has ever lived with me. I’m friends with people who understand the appeal of an impromptu dance party to One Direction at volumes so loud, I’m sure the Australians heard (these dance parties were so enthusiastic that our house tutor had to break into our room to stop them). And, even more amazingly, I’m still friends with those who didn’t understand the appeal of these dance parties either. I’m still friends with the girl whose face I covered in cream (perhaps not so bad, but the smell of cream makes her throw up). I’m still friends with the girls that I endured a leaky light-bulb with in our first year flatting (admittedly, I was always going home to escape the sub-standard living arrangements, but who could hold that against me?).

'You're too easily offended.'

'I can't believe you just said that.'

Friends from overseas

I’m always amazes me how we people get on for the first little bit until they start annoying you. But I am still friends with the girl that broke my window meaning that I had a piece of cardboard between me and the Icelandic winter. I’m still friends with the same girl even though I woke her up with the car alarm three times in one week (that’s almost impressive on my part, I think). I am still friends with the people that sometimes ripped me out so much that I got so sulky that I walked home early and by myself because I can give it but I can’t take it (sad, but true). I’m amazed that after travelling with a friend for a month we still talk regularly and are actually friends at all (I got VERY hangry on numerous occasions). I have a friend who I told everything that they did that annoyed me in a conversational manner (actually, we don’t talk so much anymore, but I think we’re still friends).

'He's come all the way from New Zealand.

It is a country. Yes, it is!'

Other friends

Then there are my friends who don’t fall into one of these categories but are equally awesome and also make my life suck less.

'After six or seven weeks, girls find me boring.

But I'm not sure what happens, cause that's 

about how long it takes to get to know someone.'

Admittedly, a lot of my friends are not in the city, or even in the country anymore/never lived in NZ (or for that matter would be able to locate it on a map). Maybe I don’t talk to you regularly or at all, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t still make my life decidedly less sucky. You guys make my life an epic adventure. So life can suck on that.