cellardoor

So I got a taxi home today because the buses were being overly shit, and the taxi driver decided to strike up conversation. Nice enough to start with, christmas talk n all. But then we started talking bout my job. He seemed to think I was stuck in a dead end because I work full time rather than go to college/uni. He was telling me I should have stayed in school (which I did, i finished school) and have gone to college (I did, for three years). Apparently I was in the wrong for choosing the path I have. And I'm thinking, what a judgemental prick, what I do with my life is my business, i'm happy with myself and wouldn't have done anything differently. I got out of his cab pretty pissed.

So then later on it starts again, the depression that got me on my 20th birthday, the doubts. Why didn't I fifnish my college course? Why did I waste so much time doing courses I didn't want to do? Why did I let bullying affect me at school to the extent that I fucked up my exams? Hindsight is a bitch sometimes.

But whenever this shit happpens to me, I just remind myself, if I had done things differently, if i'd done other courses with my higher grades, I would never have met the friends I have now and i'd proabably be with a different group, one that isn't as free-minded and cool as the one i'm with now. I love my friends, they've helped me through loads of stuff and I thank the lord I fucked up my education.