The truth is i am going to do a recount of my experiences as i went down back to the Gold Coast with my old friends and back down to hometown during mid-semester break. But it feels, even with all the fun and letting go i had which included drinking 47 standards over 5 nights in a row as well as a lot of vomit particularly on a friend of mine, that this isn't adequate enough to represent what i truly enjoyed over my short 8 night adventure but i guess i will try anyway.
The trip was truly brilliant. There's no other word to describe how much fun i had during my mid-semester exam and i knew the world was jealous of me and my friends, just together having fun. Indeed tensions do run high with extended contact with the same amount of people and fights might break out but at the end of it all, you will still be the closest of friends. It felt surreal, one second i was on the train, the next i was walking towards all my old friends that i hadn't seen in about a month and a half. It was a strange awkward moment, when you see your friends but are still to distant to say anything so you must continue walking, not awkwardly as they murmur amongst themselves waiting. Then i was propelled into the world i had grew so accustomed to over my entire childhood and adolescence. A world of drinking a lot, making stupid inside jokes, going to theme parks and lining up for hours, eating together and above all, just talking about our lives and problems while giving advice that probably is detrimental to such life. As a result of adrenaline (from theme parks) and ethanol (from booze), the entire trip felt rather quick and i felt to be in a state of permanent euphoria. When i finally did go back to my hometown, things didn't feel like they had changed at all other than the furnishings of my apartment. That night i slept in my old bed, which had broken down and was just a mattress now yet as i lay there, i felt for the first time in ages, that i was home.
You know the next morning, i woke up late, and felt like i had wasted a day in my journey even though i was insanely tired. That evening was perhaps the highlight of the trip because my friend who's good nature and religious upbringing meant that he had never previously consciously drank a lot to celebrate, now could because it was his eighteenth birthday. In sacrifice of all that he had done for us over the years in terms of designated driver sober duty, everyone put in, and everyone got wasted. All but one vomited that night, and well, you could say the night was the craziest night i've ever experienced with police telling us to clear out of the park where we were drinking, two girls passing out, and many people lying in their own vomit or the vomit of other people. Also, many people woke up to find that there was a big gap in their memory.
It's funny though because even though there were plenty of crazy nights, most of the fun fun over the trip was simply talking, and connecting to old friends. Just going to a restaurant or dessert bar and simply talking was fun. Just pulling an all-nighter with a friend was fun. These simple things, which weren't particularly exciting are what i miss most because for me, a true friend isn't there when you want to go out and party, a true friend is there for you when you simply want to unwind and de-stress. A true friend is there when you need the companionship after a hard day and some guidance after some terrible decisions. This trip above all, was more than just fun, it was a reminder that no matter how far i may be physically from my friends, i know that they will always be my friends. As one of my friends say: "What was it for? (When you invest so much in someone just for them to leave?) What does it all amount to?" Well i can clearly say with confidence now that it amounts to some of the "best friends i've had in my life".
Cut back to university and it feels like a completely different world. One second i'm sleeping in my bed back in hometown and everything feels right, and next i'm missing the entire day of university in a foreign bed because i'm simply just drained. Sometimes life gets tough and nothing seems to be going your way. That's precisely the way i feel right now, with university assignments coming back with barely a pass mark, and my inability to wake up and even attend lectures - it feels as though my control over my life is slowly slipping through my fingers. But i know, that regardless of what happens, i will always have these friends who can help me through this. Friends who's belief in me don't need to be expressed in words. Friends who's spirit will always be there guiding me through the toughest times in my life like right now. Even though many people think they are alone many times in life, if they look up and actually see, they will find that there will always be friends who care.
Trying to read boring journal articles for an assignment so bye.
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