Reason 189791 why I need to move out, leave Sydney and preferably move to New York or England, not only to live, but also to study and make something of myself.
The death of good taste and class.
I’m blessed that all my friends respect their self worth and can see more then just partying and having a good time. But is it so hard to meet new people who respect themselves, dress well and don’t talk shit?
It’s almost like having maturity, preferring activities that are intellectual, adventurous or considered tame and not being desperate is a sin in my generation.
There’s this recurring theme with my most recent posts where I’m a little bit of a sardonic cynic. But whatever. I have my reasons.
In other news, I’m starting work next week which is exciting. 18th season is upon me, and a lot of my family friends are finally finishing university so we can finally (FINALLY) embark on our road trips and beach days. Praise the lord.
I’ve also begun a few TV shows, knocked some stuff off my summer bucket list and gone on a few adventures with my closest friends.
To keep myself intellectually stimulated, I’ve gotten back into reading the newspaper every morning, keeping up with finance, economics and business news nationally and globally, and have begun keeping journals of social issues and events and my opinions on them.
I’ve gotta keep myself busy until we head overseas because otherwise I will go insane. Struggles of someone who knows how to overwork and hasn’t taken long enough constructive breaks in over 2 years.