Hey guys, I thought I would do a post because, you know someone hasn't posted in a while #cough#shotsfired.
The reaction from my last post, was somewhat surprising. Firstly, I didn't think I would disappoint so many of my friends. They all raised really good points and it does plague my mind a little. I don't know what's more important, friends being supportive, or friends being honest with their opinions.
Actually, lets be honest, being honest with friends is more important.
And you can't have it both ways; you can't ask your friends to be honest with you and then when they do rip into you to ask them why they're not being supportive.
But yeah, still hurts.
I haven't had a lot of down time before tonight. I think I finally worked out how to parse some data from a form to dynamically generate a website using Python. Which has taken me way too long and honestly I'm not the brightest of programmers sometimes. I have however, been watching DAC, cheering on VICI.
When bad things happen its easy to say it was meant to be. Its easy to ignore reasoning and logic because its just ... well, easier. A lot of times we say, its meant to be. Or if, its meant to be, than it'll happen. Too often though, we forget that its the choices that we make that has the greatest influence on our own lives. Having said that, I can understand if people need to say something else besides their own actions to keep going. It just, doesn't feel right.
A family moved into the house next door. They moved their running machine outside, in their verandah area. I'm guessing because there's not that much space in the house for it. Its a really big running machine. And loud. And my room is right next to it. And she likes to use it in the morning. And when I say morning...
so every Monday to Saturday, at 7am, like clockwork, I'll hear the pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh sound as she runs on the running machine. Don't ask me why they don't run around the block. Sometimes, I can get back to sleep, but more often than not I just use it as my alarm clock. Which is cool, in the sense that I have to wake up as a normal person at an appropriate time, but that probably means I need to go to sleep earlier. Which you know, ruins my late night activities.
*ahem* *AMAZING SEQUE*
I use to be normal and went to sleep at normal time like everyone else. Hell, I use to go to sleep and have to get 8 hours of sleep otherwise I wouldn't get out of bed. Which was okay. Then I met a girl in high school. We literally never hung out but we spent a lot of time on good old MSN. Back in the day MSN, used to be so cool. I lost count of the amount time, I would sleep with my laptop in my room watching one sitcom or another, and having a MSN conversation with her in the other. I don't remember our conversations being terribly intellectually stimulating, but they were very enjoyable. And that was nice having someone on the other end when I was bored.
Come year 12, my parents started cracking down on when I went to sleep. Being the incredibly cool kid that I was, I still decided not to go to sleep at normal times, so I moved my laptop to my ensuite, so they couldn't see the light underneath more door. And for another year, she was still there. And no, we still never hung out, just on the MSN, whining about classes and how much we had to study and our mutual friends, tv shows stuff like that. That year, was a lot easier, because of her.
And until recently, it never occurred to me how weird that friendship was. I probably had conversations with her, than say, any of my friends in real life. Even when we figured out we were going to the same University, we didn't make plans to hang out. But then, things eventually fell together. We've gone through some things over the years since then; friends have come and gone, dramas, we've been on opposite sides of the fence on arguments and hopefully, Tony Abbot, but we have been steadfast friends.
Friends, born from the strangest of circumstances are the most... lasting. I mean, its easy to find friends in something you have in common, harder still to be friends with someone you have little in common with. You have to make things work, until you do find something in common. Then everything else seems simpler. All your difference and your arguments just seem that much smaller.
We can run on a treadmill at 7AM everyday for half an hour. Sure we'll get fit. But we could just run around the block and make a little more lasting change.
~TastyJacks~
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