"You don't relish the good without experiencing the bad"
I have to agree here. I've been working in some capacity constantly since I was 12, (My dad is self employed running a computer repair company so I’ve helped out, paper round, part time shelf stacker all that bollocks) I was in education full time until I finished college at 18, then I worked just over 2 years full time, 9-5 - 5 and a bit days a week (It involved 1 Saturday a month also) I enjoyed it; it was a job that I found fulfilling, enjoyable and worthwhile, and the pay wasn’t bad at all for my age.

Then I went to University.

It’s also been fun; I've met new, like-minded, good, people. I’ve been pretty busy discovering who I am, what I like and what I actually like to do rather than just going along with the crowd, but I've had my moments where I felt I was accomplishing nothing worthwhile (Lets face it, the first year is worthless) But on the whole it's been a fantastic and liberating year. (Although I regret not having the balls to turn up at any London meets)

Now the first year is over, I'm back home, with nothing to do for the first time, associating with all the people that made me want to leave this crappy town in the first place.

In reality, I am far happier when I am busy than when I have time to dwell on my shortcomings… no matter how hard you try, you can’t be out drinking and having fun every minute of every day

The idea of living all summer off my last bit of loan and pissing it up the wall on the beach sounded so promising in the middle of winter....

I'm going job hunting for ANYTHING on Monday!

I think the moral of the story is that an idle brain finds any way it can to fuck itself up.

(Apologies for emo)
(The_Mighty_Spleen, Sun 5 Apr 2009, 3:59, Reply)