Bitterness, and trying to make it to the other side.

You can't rely on the world to give or owe you anything.  Anything it has given you; smarts, looks, a wealthy family was all out of your own control.  I find when I get to a point in my life where everything I do seems to fail, I sit back and wait for the world to give me something.  Even though I don't know what that something is.

Recently a few things have happened to me - very minor things- which has made me feel very ungrateful for what I do have in my life.  However, as a consequence of this I feel like the more I try, the more I fail and the more I fail the more I refuse to try to change my life.  I get into the defeatist thoughts of "I know it will fail because of the following factors...'  To be honest I am pretty certain that all these thoughts are true.

I was with a friend who attempted to pick up my spirits by telling me of all these people he knew that have changed their lives.  They have done this by taking risks in order to go off and be doctors or stay true to their massive passions, creative or otherwise.  I sat and I listened and to be honest I didn't even want to say anything in return because I was so full of anger and bitterness.  Mostly because it must be such a lovely reality to be able to finish the following sentence; 'I have always wanted to be a ____'

Unfortunately we all don't have the ability to finish the end of that sentence.  I could have, at various points in my life finished it with nurse, podiatrist, writer, publisher/editor, but as you go through your life trying to achieve these,  the reality of getting into those positions fade away for various reasons.  Some within and some out of your control.  Without the focus of either what you want to or what you can achieve you seem a bit lost and a bit embarrassed when you get into the familiar situation of 'Well what would you LIKE to do?'

We are brought up being told we can do anything, be anything.  But we never think that just plainly isn't true. We can follow our dreams (if we have one) or we can go from job to job thinking it's pretty sh*t and everybody we seem to meet have these big ideals of when they become a musician/manager/CEO.  Obviously those people don't understand that the rest of us want a 9 - 5 job so we can have a car and a house and be able to go to Nandos with our best friends or go to Streamvale farm with our boyfriends.

I don't have a dream job any more.  I have hobbies which are unprofitable, I have friends and a boyfriend who are more successful than I am.  Maybe one day that will change - maybe it won't.  Throughout working/job hunting simultaneously I have realised that nothing gets you down like feeling you're wasting your life in a job you hate.  And nothing gets you down further than having people around waiting for you to have a massive epiphany about how your going to change the world by working in a certain profession.

Things look bleak, I know that.  Realistically they will probably get worse, and you will probably feel worse about them.

Statistically at one point or another, sooner or later - if you keep trying something has got to get better.  So if I can, I am going to try to stop feeling so guilty and angry that I have no idea what I want to do with my life.  If you are reading this and feel the same I hope there is some comfort in the fact that you are not alone.

I am now going to write a list about what I love about my life.
As I am sure I am currently overlooking it.

Teenage Mums, where is their license?

Bloggin isn't something I do very often except when I have a thought.  Today I have a few.  Even though my words are scrambled and somewhat incoherent I hope that whoever (if anyone) reads this will be glad that they are doing so.

Things have slowed down in recent days and I am at home listeing to Regina Specktor with an apricot fask mask that smells like I am the cleanest person in the world.  I can say that tonight I feel pretty content.

I was on the bus today returning from Brians house after hibernating there for 4 nights.  I encountered a mass of 3 teenage Mum's on the same bus as me.  Here is where my story starts;

First of all the bus driver had left the bus, so we were all waiting to get on the bus upon his return.  The two Mum's in particular responded respectfully to this by shouting to each other 'Where 'a fuck is the bus driver?'.  Meanwhile the two children were fight (both no older than three) and the Mums shout 'YOU GET OFF HIM' - but making no physical contact to remove either.  The youngest child - barely one then drops his dummy on the ground where there are cigarette butts and moulded sweets in a paste that the heavy rain has created.  He picks it up and puts it in his mouth slowly.  His mum who watched this whole affair then screamed at the child 'You shouldn't have done that!'  The child looks up at her and asks why.  Her response was 'because people were looking at you.'

The entire bus journey was the kids screaching, the older one shouting 'Fuck off you bitch' at his own mother, followed by various threat from his mother such as 'I am going to hurt you, son.'

I guess all this really makes me sad that you can have a child freely, but you gotta have a license to get a dog.