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» Shame
Double shame
Fortunately I don't have a lot to be ashamed of, however one of the major ones though is how I broke up with my first proper girlfriend.
I was 18 and in my first year of university (I blame an all boys school for my late start) and got together with one of the girls off my course. It was all going well until that little voice at the back of my head kicked in(the one that thinks another shot of tequila is a great idea) "what are you doing?" it says "she's taking over your life!" (I used to get that idea a lot), "you need to end it now!" Now the shameful part isn't that I listened to that little voice, I'm sure most people do on occasion, and ended the relationship, it more how I did it. Basically I hid! For about 3 weeks I avoided her (quite difficult because she was in all my lectures and labs) and that successfully killed off that relationship.
Roll on 4 years, it didn't take me long to figure out hiding was not a very good option when dealing with the opposite sex, I've carried this shame with me for most of those years and it's the final days of my degree. I'm out in the Union on a Saturday night and see the afore mentioned girl, I then spend the rest of the night apologising to her for being a knob, thus reaffirming her impression of me. Hence more shame. Ah well my conscience is clearer now at least.
(Fri 25th Nov 2005, 11:16, More)
Double shame
Fortunately I don't have a lot to be ashamed of, however one of the major ones though is how I broke up with my first proper girlfriend.
I was 18 and in my first year of university (I blame an all boys school for my late start) and got together with one of the girls off my course. It was all going well until that little voice at the back of my head kicked in(the one that thinks another shot of tequila is a great idea) "what are you doing?" it says "she's taking over your life!" (I used to get that idea a lot), "you need to end it now!" Now the shameful part isn't that I listened to that little voice, I'm sure most people do on occasion, and ended the relationship, it more how I did it. Basically I hid! For about 3 weeks I avoided her (quite difficult because she was in all my lectures and labs) and that successfully killed off that relationship.
Roll on 4 years, it didn't take me long to figure out hiding was not a very good option when dealing with the opposite sex, I've carried this shame with me for most of those years and it's the final days of my degree. I'm out in the Union on a Saturday night and see the afore mentioned girl, I then spend the rest of the night apologising to her for being a knob, thus reaffirming her impression of me. Hence more shame. Ah well my conscience is clearer now at least.
(Fri 25th Nov 2005, 11:16, More)
» Essential Items
I don't know if these count as essential but.........
At the moment I have only one interesting item that I carry everywhere, this being a small transformer (toy). I find it very handy when waiting around or sitting in lectures so I can play with it to avoid death by boredom. It is also very useful for getting kids to shut up (I just have to make sure they don't swallow it). In the past I have also carried round the following for extended periods.
A bouncy ball- similar reasons as the transformer but I lost it down a drain. Also bouncing a ball against a wall doesn't make you as cool as Steve McQueen, it does annoy the neighbours though.
Books of matches- I don't smoke but they're very handy for writing phone number etc. down on.
A copper band- it turned my arm green, but it made me feel better about cracking my knuckles.
A multitool- the scissors kept stabbing me in the leg so I don't carry it anymore, piece of junk.
An old 50p coin with a Christmas scene on the back- no idea where that is now but I spent many an English lesson doing rubbing of it.
A lingerie catalogue- not for the obvious reason! It actually had names and e-mail addresses of people I met.
I think that's enough to have me certified, sorry about the length but I've been waiting to do this for 4 days (it really should be funnier shouldn't it).
(Tue 1st Nov 2005, 10:30, More)
I don't know if these count as essential but.........
At the moment I have only one interesting item that I carry everywhere, this being a small transformer (toy). I find it very handy when waiting around or sitting in lectures so I can play with it to avoid death by boredom. It is also very useful for getting kids to shut up (I just have to make sure they don't swallow it). In the past I have also carried round the following for extended periods.
A bouncy ball- similar reasons as the transformer but I lost it down a drain. Also bouncing a ball against a wall doesn't make you as cool as Steve McQueen, it does annoy the neighbours though.
Books of matches- I don't smoke but they're very handy for writing phone number etc. down on.
A copper band- it turned my arm green, but it made me feel better about cracking my knuckles.
A multitool- the scissors kept stabbing me in the leg so I don't carry it anymore, piece of junk.
An old 50p coin with a Christmas scene on the back- no idea where that is now but I spent many an English lesson doing rubbing of it.
A lingerie catalogue- not for the obvious reason! It actually had names and e-mail addresses of people I met.
I think that's enough to have me certified, sorry about the length but I've been waiting to do this for 4 days (it really should be funnier shouldn't it).
(Tue 1st Nov 2005, 10:30, More)