#46: Tackling the Past

So I'm back in Bathurst after a tiring four day stint in Penrith.

I worked 24 hours behind the bar during this short time, which I'm hoping will earn me the "mega bucks" as one of the patrons put it (Obviously a play-on-words concerning my name. I think...). However, as pay doesn't come through until Wednesday, I have to budget for the first 3 days at Uni every week, meaning less drinks at the bar on Tuesday night and less carrots in my vegetable cooler.

After work on Saturday, I attended Tom's 18th Birthday bash, something I had been looking forward to all week. I'd get to see everyone, boast about my adventures in University Land and just relax. I, however, felt rather underwhelmed after the affair. I feel that perhaps the outcome of the night may have altered if I had join in with the drinking festivities, however I was glad I didn't after the sight of Russell's demise.

I just found that there were only a few people who I enjoyed seeing. The others I couldn't have cared less about. It was not too long into the night until I found myself sitting with Jess, discussing CSU, instead of mingling with the past chapter in my life. This was a very unsettling emotion for me: I truly missed a handful of people and was glad I had had the chance to catch up with them. But for the rest, the conversations bored me, the personalities seemed too mundane, the immaturity in the faces of people unsettled me.

I feel old.



Lovemeg