I recently discovered that I have a particular love for The Shy Pig. If you haven't encountered The Shy Pig before it is a £3.99 bottle of wine and the cheapest bottle on sale at my local Costcutters. The stuff tastes nice and frankly allows me to have a nice night out without breaking the bank on expensive spirits or several bottles of beer.
I don't like it because of the fact it gets me 'bubbly' on a budget. Really, I enjoy this bottle for a kind of pre-nostalgia. I'm not sure how often others encounter this feeling but to me, it's the knowledge that something rather trivial will become a point on nostalgia years down the line. This I believe will be one of them. I can already hear myself, years in the future, career-family-house-etc, shopping around my local supermarket and passing the wine isle offhand, and looking down, and seeing on the bottom shelf, a regularly shaped bottle with the words 'The Shy Pig' wrote across the front with a cartoonish image, and remembering the days I've spent as a Fresher.
In all honesty, my life has come a surprising way in the few months I've lived in Birmingham. I never truly believed I'd grow as much as a person as people told me I would. I've learned to appreciate that sometimes you're going to spend nights on your own, or that now you have to work much harder to maintain a position at the top, and that failure will come no matter how hard you work, that's just an inevitable part of the process. And rather than lie down and moan, you accept your short comings and improve next time. In my opinion, there is nothing separating my goals from reality except the magnitude of my work.
But I've grown in other senses, for example, my girlfriend lives in Sheffield approximately 135km away from me, and at first I found it rather difficult going from seeing her everyday to almost not at all, but now I've learnt to accept it. I can make it work over such a distance, and I can support her even when I cannot hold her.
I have learnt that being busy is not a bad thing, the real demon is being alone and bored. And that sometimes you just have to throw yourself in to the deep end, and it won't be pleasant but it'll be worth it.
I've learnt when in a group of people you don't know, an awkward introduction is always better than an awkward silence, because only the former ends eventually.
Finally, I learnt that in life, being a good person and helping people isn't always easy, and you may get stressed at people because you're inflating their negatives over their positives. But, you must never set the standards for others that you set for yourself, and in turn, no one will set those standards upon you. I realised I am my best and worst critic, the only person who can motive me and the only person who can destroy me.
I am the black hole of my own galaxy, as the saying goes, both the marble and the sculpture. And when that day comes, ages and ages hence, when I look down and see that bottle of The Shy Pig, I will feel nostalgic, because it represents all the life lessons I learnt in my first year.
Also it's a damn cheap way to get wankered.
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