“Be careful…” Mum warned me on Thursday, “you have changed your life so much in the last 3 weeks. When you go back to Liverpool, you look at what you’ve thrown away. Your life, your friends, your job. You can’t go back.”.
“I know mum. I’m not sure I want to.”
I know it sounds a bit harsh, and Mum didn’t exactly mean that I’ve thrown my friends away. I’m sure they’re glad that I’m working in an awesome job, and they’ll still be there. I had a pretty amazing weekend, but I know one thing.
I did the right thing.
This weekend I drunk double what I have done in the rest of the 3 weeks combined. At most, I drunk 6 pints in the last 3 weeks, so it wasn’t too hardened drinking (trust me, compared to my main university days, it was nothing). Nevertheless, I struggled, more so on the Friday than the Saturday (figures, I drank less then). I’ve lost all my tolerance to alcohol
But the hardest thing was being out of the loop for 3 weeks. I am just one man, and a hell of a lot has happened in 3 weeks in my life. I have been almost completely out of touch with everybody else in Liverpool, and whilst it was nice catching up, I felt so out of sync with everybody else.
I had a bit of a realisation though: when I was in Liverpool, it was easy keeping upto speed with everybody, but now that I’m back home, I feel I’ll lose touch with people who were, at one time, very very close friends. I think I need to accept that, and understand that.
Right, I’m off into the Big Brother house for a few weeks, so I won’t be online for a while. However, check back on Friday, whereby I’ve lined up somebody to take over the duties of blogging on this blog for my duration. Wish me luck!