About three weeks ago, I met the most pessimistic person in the world. I had no idea what her problem was but man it really felt as if she was putting a damper in my pamper. Luckily enough, though, I was too tired to notice that every time I mentioned something happy and uplifting, she replied that the world was going to crumble, or something equivalent to that.
I reckon that maybe being knackered after moving around London for 6 hours shopping for clothes (Primark in Oxford Road is horribly crowded during the weekends) and looking at the displays at the Saatchi Gallery, was a blessing in disguise then, as I hadn't realised that somebody was trying to bring me down. Again. (Yes, that does happen a lot). When I think about it now, it is rather strange that she would say those things to me. I know her, to an extent, from a friend of a friend. When we greeted out hellos and our 'what are you doing here in London?'s, I thought that that was going to be it, and I'd just make my way up to my room and take a rest.
But then she had to ask me questions about my plans for the holidays, and other things that mean a lot more than small talk. I was happy to answer her questions, clearly she was interested in the things that I do. But to what extent can an acquaintance, especially one whom I rarely ever talk to, ever express such "concern" over these things that I have a great passion for?
I'll give you a few examples of what our conversation was like. She asked me about what I was going to do after my course, so I said that I'd most probably be teaching somewhere, as I was bonded to be a teacher. She then asked me whether I was doing my masters and wouldn't that be ten years of teaching then?
So I said, yes it would be ten years, but that's fine. I don't mind it that much. Then she went on saying "but ten years. Ten years. Do you really want to do that?". So I said "well, if I don't like it then, I'll just sort something out. There's no reason to panic now, is there?"
Then she asked me what my plans for the holidays were. I said I wasn't sure yet, because I hadn't made any plans at the time.
'Oh so you haven't started your holidays yet'.
I said, 'nope. But I'm really looking forward to it'
'Don't you have assignments to do though, since you're doing your Masters?'
'Yeah, I do. But I'll still have my-'
'Then what's the point of having a holiday when you have to do work?'
Man... some people really need to lighten up. Get yourself an Easter egg or something. They're really cheap this time of the year. (I got my first one last week *grins*) Or at least not take it out on other people when they are clearly having their own problems. I know I am. I've got work to do. Lot's of reading, and planning for my project. But having all these negative feelings isn't going to help me complete these tasks; so the first thing I need to do is make myself happy.
So here I am, spending my Easter holiday in Cwmbran. For the past two
weeks I've been: (not in any particular order, and no, they are not all
done at the same time) going to the gym, swimming at the Leisure
Centre, painting Warhammer figures, and yesterday I went to
Dorset with Jay's family for the day, where I got on a fishing boat (we
didn't catch anything, but I still enjoyed myself).
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