Miserably Happy

Miserably happy

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I did something stupid. Again. 

It’s not even that big a deal, but I can’t get it out of head - like its on a permanent airport conveyor belt of luggage. 

So, here goes. 

I was waiting outside my class, standing on my own (of course), when I spotted a girl I know and who is the flatmate of my Lord of the Rings friend. 

Being woefully inept in the social department, any friendship is a huge celebratory event. 

Therefore, when I saw her, a smile flashed quickly up to my face, I said the customary “Hey” that social protocol dictates and flung up a brief wave in greeting, but forgot, in my haste to be noticed by my coursemate, that I still had my phone in hand. 

I’m sure you can see where this is going - the phone flew out of my hand backwards, travelling a considerable 5 steps behind me, and narrowly avoiding the poor, unsuspecting girl standing a bit behind me.

I was mortified, and I think so was my friend, because she didn’t really say anything other than an awkward semi-smile at my blunder, before returning to talk to the cooler people in the room.

Sadly, it’s not the first time I’ve had a phone-mishap when getting excited to talk to someone I know. 

I really should work on that...

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There's nothing wrong with being afraid. It's not the absence of fear, it's overcoming it. Sometimes you've got to blast through and have faith.

Emma Watson

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Isn’t it strange that some of the biggest things we think about will never be known by anyone, and that you’ll never fully know a person, no matter how long you know them for. 

People are so weird. But maybe that’s the reason why we socialise - it’s like binge-watching a TV series because you want to know the deep reasoning behind Person A’s preference for strawberries, over raspberries. 

I’m a secret people-binge-watcher, in a slightly less creepy way than I’ve made that sound. 

I’m really glad I don’t know any mind-readers. They’d probably have a nice time actually. A lot of this:

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Uni is so expensive... My advice: Stay at home your entire life and work until you’re 97.

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So, I recently made a bit of a discovery. A huge discovery actually.

Hold on to your skulls, because I might just be about to blow your minds...

You can microwave cereal. 

I know, I know - it’s pretty revolutionary stuff. Blame it on my flatmate.

I recently saw her microwaving coco pops and was actually amazed. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it before - I microwave my porridge every morning (boring, but cheap choice - don’t judge), so why should other cereal types be any different? 

I suppose we get so used to a certain way of life, living with your family for 18+ years and we just forget that other people have different routines, different habits, different cereals. 

It kind of makes me wonder what else I’ve overlooked about other people’s lives. Whilst I’m sitting in my “crying corner” under my desk, I sort of wonder what everyone else is freaking out about? 

I mean, I surely can’t be the only one who practically has a mental breakdown when it comes to the word ‘social’, can I?

Besides, I’m pretty happy in my little bubble:

Saturday night, when everyone else is out, I have my film night. Film night, for anyone who isn’t a self-proclaimed hermit, is my sacred, almost spiritual ritual. A night of popcorn, tea, blankets and more often than not some cheesy teen film that I pretend to my film-buff friends that I don’t watch. 

Last film night was Amelie - which I adore beyond words, and almost gave myself away to my Lord of the Rings friend the other day - and this film night was The Blind Side, which was also pretty good. 

What are your guilty film pleasures? And what film do you lie about loving? For me, it’s Saving Private Ryan.

Sorry!

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To make a difference in someone's life, you don't have to be brilliant, rich, beautiful, or perfect. You just have to care.

Mandy Hale

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I’ve developed a bit of a dislike for the normal greetings: “Hi”, “Hello”, “Good Morning”, “Hey”. They always sound so officious, and so unwillingly joyous. I’m not saying I’m not happy to see you, but I’d rather not have to always be excited. 

I suppose that’s a little harsh. 

Anyways, I recently started at university. I’ve been here for 6 weeks exactly. (Not that I’m counting). This has been the longest that I’ve ever been away from home, and each week I become more and more confused. 

What do I miss more: family, or free food? 

Unsentimental, I know - it’s something very few people can see behind the overzealous “Hi!”

I love being responsible for myself, and being able to lock myself in my room for 12 hours and not have people worrying about my lack of social interaction. 

But, I also hate it. 

I hate having panic attacks on my own, and not being able to face my flatmates. I hate the fact (and also kind of love) that I have binge-watched the entire two seasons of The Bold Type in a shocking amount of time (seriously, watch it - it’s like having a big sister to guide you through a million different things). 

But most of all, I hate the fact that for 3 solid weeks I had cold showers because I didn’t figure out that the temperature dial goes further than I thought, so when I asked the maintenance man if it was working properly, and he literally just twisted it a tiny bit to the left it worked perfectly. 

Typical.

I’m going home in two weeks and I’m unhealthily excited about having a shower in a bathroom that isn’t bedazzled in black mould, and looks like it came straight from the Saw franchise.

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