This photo is totally irrelevant to the text but just go with it for a second.
These are my new jandals/flip-flops/thongs (wherever you’re from), and this photo is taken on my new Samsung Galaxy S3 with nothing other than the famous INSTAGRAM!!!!
And yes, I know I am totally behind in terms of social media status, but I’m getting there. I’ve pretty much avoided technology (besides the basics) for most of my life.
This new phone though is pretty awesome ^_^
So anyway, earlier this evening I went with my mate Will to the studio for PulzarFM radio station here in Christchurch to see what he does at work, have a few beersies, and catch some sweet tunes.
All was well until I left.
(Ok, well, all is still totally well, but I heard some things I know I will never be able to ‘un-hear’ and I’m undecided on whether this is a good or a bad thing)
We’ve been good mates for years, and about 1-2 years ago there was a moment where we kind of went on a date and kissed but for some reason nothing became of it and we stayed really great friends.
So when I left the studio, the others were outside drinking/talking etc and as I got in the car I heard my name, thus stalling on the sidewalk to catch their conversation (probably a little rude but if they’re talking about me behind my back why the fuck not right?)
Only hearing bits and pieces over the insanely loud electro-trash pouring through the neighbourhood, I realise they’re talking about this one particular time we “hooked up” and he was “totally shot down” (which is not exactly true btw!)
After listening in to their muffled conversation and a few things that have got me thinking pretty hard about my life, attitude, personality, relationships, friends, future etc, I’m kind of thinking it would have been nice NOT to hear that conversation, simply because it makes things slightly more complicated for me, and well I guess both of us.
Then again, if I didn’t hear those things, I wouldn’t be thinking about it, and life would probably continue as normal (both good and bad I suppose)…
One thing I absolutely hate is self-doubt, and questioning myself about even the smallest things, which I believe I (and I assume many others) do far too often.
I’ve also been seeing one of his good mates recently too, which also complicates things and makes me seriously question what the fuck I’m doing, especially since I’m leaving the country in 8 weeks, for an undefined length of time….
Lets go with: I’m just having fun and any judgements can suffocate under my boot soles