My provisional licence photo just looks like a mugshot.
I have not once had a lesson. I got it entirely for ID purposes so I've no need to carry my passport to bars.
Anyhoo...
This is the blogging thread, and I am blogging like a motherfucker, so I've spoilered it because it's LONG.
I've been having the most amazing few days, with some weird gobbets of darkness mixed in.
Thursday night was the work night out, which was wonderful. Had a huge amount of fun and then me and the people from the office who I consider to be my friends rather than just colleagues all went back to one of their flats to drink more wine and reminisce.
Got a bit weird when her recently spurned ex boyfriend randomly showed up at the door, brought up my divorce having only met me 5 minutes earlier (it had been mentioned to him in conversation before we met), life-coaching me over my career, and then calling Colette a prostitute on the way out of the door. Was fucking weird.
Still an amazing night. Went to bed at 4am, then got up at 8am to go to work that day. Long day, in which I did absolutely nothing.
That night, went to a house party in London - London house parties are typically where I do shitloads of cocaine and pull girls. This time I didn't do that. I'd like to say it was a show of strength on my part but no one had any. People did, however, have MDMA, which I was hugely tempted by and then avoided.
A couple of hours into the party, my mood suddenly went pitch black and I have no idea why. I spent about an hour of the party finding empty rooms in the house to sit in by myself, and smoking outside when no-one else was out there.
Out of nowhere, my friend Tom from university - who I must have had a total of seven conversations with - came up to me and gave me this pep talk. He said that when he ended a long relationship, he felt really, really down about it but then one day he just had a sudden, 'clicking' moment where he realised he was okay and he could finally start moving on. A song, or a movie, or a TV show that would before have made you so upset, and then just... doesn't. It actually made me feel a lot better.
As did a conversation with another friend, Lily, the next morning. She's been through depression too and she's ended up being like a kind of depression sponsor who I can text or call when I'm having some issues to see how she handled it.
That day I went back to visit my parents overnight, which was nice but I was hilariously tired, because I'd had eight hours' sleep over two days.
Then the next morning I had coffee with a friend of mine from school. For those keeping track... there is no-one that I am in contact from school. I hated school. I've not seen this girl in seven years, because she went to a different sixth form to me and then I kind of broke all contact with her once I got into my relationship/marriage because I spent pretty much my entire friendship with her absolutely besotted with her. Once I knew the marriage was definitely over, re-adding her was pretty much the first thing I did, because I never stopped missing having her as a friend.
I was a bit worried we might not have much in common any more these days, but those seven years melted away almost immediately. It was like no time had passed at all. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to just sit and chat to a true friend, one you've known forever, and I realised that she's my oldest friend. I've not got any other friends that I've known for so long. I'm very glad to be back in touch with her - although some of my crush feelings came screaming back afterwards, but I honestly think that's 1. rebound from the marriage and 2. just being alone generally.
Then I came up to Cumbria to spend christmas with Thomas (not the same one I already mentioned) and I've only been here one night, but I've already laughed harder than I have in months.
On the way up, I kind of had a bit of a panic attack on the train, where I felt sort of happy but also like I was going to completely lose my shit all at once.
Luckily I was off at the next stop anyway and once I made it off the train I managed to pull myself together. But it was very, very weird.
It's been a beautiful four days. And I'm a bit worried that January is going to be a massive comedown from December.
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