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2013, A Summary: Expecting too much from friends, making an effort and a bad date.

I feel like I’ve learnt not to expect things from people that really can’t be bothered. I think at this point in my life I don’t have the time to be messing around with those that don’t want to be around. If someone wants to see me or be a part of my life then they’ll let me know. If not, then that’s fine, people go on the back burner for a while. Sometimes friendships fizzle out and light up again with time, it happens.

*mini rant*

In saying that though, it’s become apparent that some people look at you for what you’re worth to them. And I’m sick of that, I shouldn’t valued by what I can do for someone else, I should be valued because I’m a good friend. Anyone who expects to phase me out when I’ve grown boring can go do one.

*mini rant over*

I had such a bad time with people leaving, 2012 was worse, people would just leave without a second’s notice. I didn’t understand and I wallowed in it for months, more than I care to admit (even to myself). Eventually I had to open the curtains, take in the world outside and move on. It’s meant that if anything comes to the end of the line with someone it can just happen naturally. It doesn’t have to be a major dramatic event. People leave, but sometimes they come back.

This has led me to really appreciate people when they do make an effort. The most basic example of this is just sending a text. As the year has gone on I’ve sent less texts just to see who actually dishes them out. Surprise surprise, I was waiting a while but eventually someone takes the time to say hello and usually they’ll have something worthwhile in mind. Thank you to those people who have made this year worthwhile, chances are you’ll know who you are.

People have genuinely surprised me this year, I look back in my diary and one day I’ll be going about my daily business and the next I’ll have written pages about someone who’s just exploded back onto my radar out of nowhere. It’s been a great year for that, I’ve loved those moments, they were fantastic.

As for the relationship front I’ve tried to make a point of not writing about it on WordPress at all because it’s just redundant. It has been prevalent this year, so I’ll mention it in jest:

Still no developments. Cue the audience of “awwh”s.

I have tried! I went on dates, as date-like as they could be, anyway. I went on one just after I moved to Glasgow and it was awful. The guy didn’t even make eye contact, just stared into his drink and didn’t make any kind of attempt at conversation. Not being one to give in to awkwardness I tried to ask him things to try and get him to open up. Nope, nothing. He wasn’t budging. After about ten minutes of this I gave up and I’m not one to just turn around and be nasty to someone so I sent out an SOS:

Call me in about a minute, DEMAND I come help you with something, doesn’t matter what. JUST GET ME OUT OF THIS.

90 seconds later I was well on my way home to bed, to Bridget Jones and copious amounts of whatever cured a serious case of cringe (probably chocolate or something at that time).

That encounter pretty much sums up my dating life up to the present day. Awkward with no eye contact and a deep sense of a need to escape. Great.

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Seriously? On the subway?

We all witness people doing weird things day to day, most of the time we just wave it off and carry on but, being me, I have to document them. People are entertaining though, you have to admit.

A few weeks ago an elderly party of two men and one woman were at the window buying tickets and the eldest of the three, one of the men, was making quite a fuss. Being in a rush I did what we all do and shuffled on my way but I picked up some complaints going past about the quality of the subway and how efficient it was etc etc. Sometimes the elderly need a refresher, automated ticketing systems are a good thing, this man wasn’t buying it. Just as the man was handed his own ticket, the other elderly man mutters “now, we need two of the same…for us.” and all I could think was: ‘I hope the other two don’t come with added ear-ache.’

It was just my luck that the three of them plodded down the stationary escalator to my side of the platform. After some more unnecessary blethering the eldest clomped his way back upĀ (I assumed to complain some more, no doubt he did on his way). His company soon followed suit and they emerged on the other side of the platform for the other train, missing not only the train on the platform they were originally on, but one for the platform they’d just graced with their presence. The look on his face made my day, it really did. Some people have misfortune coming to them when they treat people with such disregard as he did.

Another more amusing observation from my adventures underground was short and sweet. It was raining above ground, the only thing worse than a subway train full of people is a subway train full of damp people. Anyways, a woman had just crashed onto the platform after flying down the escalator and she was struggling to close her umbrella. In the rush to throw herself into a train she gave up, to her dignity’s peril. The umbrella popped open, throwing the glasses off her face and backwards away from the train altogether. I did feel sorry for this woman but I giggled the whole way to University. It was one of those things you see and has you ricocheting into laughter all day long.

Worst death of dignity witnessed on the subway (so far) I sadly experienced myself. I don’t think I’ve been more embarrassed, ever. Probably an exaggeration but you’ll see why.

I was sitting beside a guy, easily twice my size (I’m not particularly well built, this guy was biiiig). He got up to leave and his keys fell out of his coat. Being the kind soul that I am I reached for the keys and went to indicate to the man that he had dropped them. Unfortunately I just flung out a hand and, without looking, grabbed the first thing that came into contact with it.

His backside.

I just…I don’t even know what one can do in that situation, I flung the keys in his direction in a distracting ‘I actually helped you, please excuse the bum-grab’ manner and got back to reading a book on my phone without acknowledging any kind of thanks (…or more likely horror) from his direction. Never have I been so glad to emerge from a subway train, trailing my dignity behind me in tatters.

The subway can be an altogether stressful experience for all involved. All it takes is a bad day; it’s either your best friend or your worst enemy. Only way to find out is to descend those steps and hope for the best.