So, I realise that my previous blog posts have been gay as fuck, especially with all those stupid one liners stolen straight out of an 'NCIS' quote book. Also, I never really committed to this whole blogging business because, like everything else in my life, I give up half way through every single thing I ever start. That's why in the past 8 months, I've physically cleaned my brand new car once, and even that was only the outside.
I've only got a couple of things to mention in my first 'new' post, and that's mainly because I'm terrified people actually read this piece of shit. I honestly don't know how Cameron can stand people he knows reading his blog. Which leads me to my first topic: Cameron Anderson.
Throughout high school this dickhead was always my best friend, fuck it, my idol. I looked up to him like I've never looked up to anyone before (no homo), I went to him for advice on everything. I loved how truthful and blunt his honesty was. He was the person I wanted to be, but never had the stones to become, you know? I have never regretted anything in my life as much as I regret growing apart from him. The other night I asked him if he even liked me anymore and his reply was "you're alright". I was actually kinda disappointed at that. I should be used to this kind of thing, I mean I habit of losing friends as much as Scotland lose football games, but this was different. This time I actually lost more than just a friend. This brings me to my second point....
Cameron was there for me through every teen breakup that, for me, was the end of the world. So it was no different with Zoe. Zoe and I had been together for just over a year and things were going great, hell, we even booked a fucking holiday together. Then all of a sudden things started going downhill. I would pick faults at stuff, and Zoe would refuse to listen, so we'd fight. It wasn't really anyone's fault. Because of Zoe's lack of interest in me I started speaking to a girl I work with, and we grew closer and closer until I ended up telling her I had developed feelings for her. This was the final straw for Zoe and she told me she'd (understandably) never trust me again. I then did an incredibly pathetic thing; instead of admitting it was my fault for talking to somebody else I passed the blame onto Zoe, let her believe it was her fault for never listening to me. While the reason I grew apart from Zoe was because she refused to talk to me about things, at no point did Zoe force me to talk to this other girl. I don't doubt that Zoe and I were pretty much done after that but it still absolutely kills me to see her giving somebody else her attention. Did I mention I'm a colossal hypocrite? I'm also far too proud to ever admit this to her.
My third and final point is about my job. It's shit. I had applied to a full time Trainee Management Programme. There were over 1000 applicants this year and I made it all the way through to the final 100 for around 50 places. Now, in the back of my head I knew there was little to no chance of me actually successfully gaining a place to the course, but it didn't hurt any less when they told me I was unsuccessful Still though, I was in the final 10% of applicants. Right now I'm trying to build up my in-store profile so they'll let me apply to store level management programmes but half of my superiors are just as arrogant as I am, making it pretty difficult.
So, without any stupid catch phrase I will end this blog here and now.
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