Holiday was in general, awesome, loved it. Even if my friends were constantly tired and we didn't cover as much stuff as I'd have liked to.
I'm not even sure if my friends are just full of excuses, or am I the one that does shit I don't even care about to satisfy them, like, I physically can't stand football, and have the tiniest amount of care... Yet, when they talk about it, so they don't think I'm being a miserable twat, I'll bullshit what I'm saying and go along with it pretending I give a fuck. I mean, football is not in the least bit interesting, I don't get why so many guys fall head over heals over FIFA '12 or whatever, and their choice in clubs which they have no link to, I mean, most clubs, if they could, would fob off with all the fans if the fans didn't produce so much money. Just a waste.
And, then, I am going away with the Army in September, and then I have so called friends who won't make any effort to see me, and when I hear the real reason from someone else, and then get told this guy didn't tell me because he thought I would go off on one... what a load of tosh, when it comes to shit like that, I am one of the most understanding reasonable people that exist, on the proviso I am treated equally and trusted, and as that was not the case, it is a huge insult/shows that people don't actually know me at all.
And when people accuse me of being a twat by ordering them about when on holiday, whereas, the occasions when I believe this was the case were because, seriously, do I have to pretend to arselick all the time? When I am working behind the bar, the guys who have been there ages tell me something needs doing, and I do it, because it is a lot faster and we can have more time for fun afterwards. I tried to be nice where applicable, but I am essentially accused of being some kind of Nazi, and this is by the people who I thought knew me...
I wish people would just man the fuck up, and tell me when I am doing shit wrong, because, if they don't, then a) I won't learn anything and b) it gets bottled up by them, and then they blow it all up on me.
People don't even realise if someone tries to tell me I'm doing something wrong, I won't react badly, I'll bear it in mind and do better next time. But to think, my friends think I'm some sort of animal, man, that's a pile of wank.
I'm tempted to forget the world for the next 18 days until the Army properly takes me away and I start a new life.
My closest friends have the wrong idea of who I am, and that hurts. But they won't acknowledge shit. Assume the worst. Bam.
Oh and if Eto, you're reading this. I know I'm not perfect, I know I like to have control of things before they go wrong, I know I'm a competitive fuck, I know I appear aggressive, I know my A Level grades were shit, but I have had a Sergeant Major (who, when it comes to the crunch, I will listen to with his life experiences over you who I have worked out, you don't even know me.) tell me to my face what is written about me does not reflect me accurately, so, bollocks to your idea of "in the detail I am a thick cunt." But, you have no idea and you're convinced you do... So, I want you to tell me absolutely everything, I suggest you start writing things down and I'll cover absolutely everything, properly in an adult way.