| Yeah, you’ve probably heard it before. But I realised something deep today, and actually realised it instead of hearing it; I thought I’d share my thoughts no matter how valuable they are perceived but I thought they may be of value to at least someone.
Whilst clubbing with two of my best block mates at university tonight, I heard the songs Somebody Call 911 by Sean Kingston and Evacuate the Dance Floor by Cascada. I don’t particularly like those songs much but when me and my best mate, who I met on summer school for my university for two weeks in June, turned the iPod on in the car they always came on straight away, so I’ve come to associate (anchoring?) those songs with being with him.
Since I met him on the night of June 28 2009, I have been in his company less than a month, but we still love each other to bits. I am meeting him on Saturday night for one night only, and I absolutely cannot wait at all. It’s going to be insane.
The fact is I heard these songs tonight, and I realised that even though me and my best mate are 19, and he’s at uni in Wales and I’m at uni in Newcastle, when we get out of uni anything can happen. He or I could get a job literally anywhere in the country or even world, meaning we see each other even less.
This would mean our sick nights out and great laughs would be even scarcer than what we have now, (which is already once every few months) when all we ever really had was two weeks of fun with no worries, no jobs or any obligations.
So what I really want to say is, and I’m not one for swearing unless it’s for comedy or effect, is to just fucking enjoy each night with your mates to the last. Cos you never know what is going to fucking happen. I’m going out in Sheffield on Saturday with my best mate and all I know is we are going to fucking tear it up, cos we never know when we will see each other again – almost certainly months.
I might be fucked out of my mind drunk whilst writing this but The Beatles wrote some of their best songs whilst on acid. Live for the memories. Live in the moment. Because you never know when that moment will come again. I always used to read these posts and think blah blah blah I’m 19 I got ages etc, but truth is, I’ve got fuck all time. I’m already halfway through first year of uni which is widely acknowledged as the party year and it seems like WEEKS. Wake the fuck up and do something worthwhile, but most of all, enjoy every day. Not necessarily enjoy it as if it’s your last, as that might prompt you to do something crazy (which might not be good), but just make it worthwhile. Also, remember that just approaching one set could actually completely change your life.
When me and my best mate get together we always remember the crazy shit we did on those two weeks, even if they weren’t actually that crazy. One time we stuck toothpaste on everyone’s door handles and pissed ourselves laughing as hilarity ensued – it isn’t crazy at all yet we still laugh everytime we meet at several peoples’ reactions to it.
Hope people can take something from this, because I know I have and it will take me to another stage in my game. I don’t care anymore. I just want to live. I don’t want to be just anybody who accepts this that and the other. I want to MAKE things happen. Cherish everything and take what you think you deserve.
Live for the memories. Because if that doesn’t matter to you, then I don’t know what does.
Your Beloved, trixsta x
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