STAYING IN LEICESTER AFTER GRADUATION
When I finished university in May 2014 I wasn’t entirely sure what to do. My friends were all moving back home but my friends back home were all taking gap years or moving to London or staying in their uni towns. I had the choice between staying somewhere pretty exciting with nobody to hang out with or moving back to a dull home counties town with again nobody to hang out with. I chose the former on the basis that my family were planning on moving away from my hometown later in the year. They now reside in a small town near Brighton and I’ve been in Leicester a further 3 years since graduating. No regrets!
QUITTING MY RIDICULOUSLY PAID SALES JOB
When I first graduated, I needed a job as soon as possible. It was either that or go home. I had five pre-paid weeks left on my tenancy I was determined to get a job straight away. I started working in a sales company where I remained for a year. I made a ridiculous sum of bonuses there and wasted it all getting drunk but I was also over worked and bloody miserable. I HATED it. I got to the point where I came in one day, sat down and said to myself I CANNOT DO THIS ANYMORE. I had to leave the building and meet with my flatmate while in tears and then later that day I interviewed for what would then be my second and final sales role. I made twice my current salary that first year out of uni but I wasn’t happy like I am now.
GETTING MY FINGERS TATTOOED
My mother literally went ape at me when she found out I’d had my fingers tattooed. “YOU’LL REGRET THIS” she screamed at me while attempting to scrub the ink from my fingers. Well sorry Ma but it’s been almost 8 years and I still don’t have a single regret about getting tattoos on my hands. I’ve even had more done (my cute little dots below my nails) on my hands since. Fuck tha police. I’m already cringing for the inevitable screaming that will happen when I get my neck done.
DATING MY BEST FRIEND
I’ve spoken about this briefly on my blog before and it’s safe to say that this relationship was a MASSIVE MISTAKE however, I don’t regret it. I don’t regret going through all the pain and the fear. I don’t regret the mental torment of being scared to come into my home. I don’t regret making the decision to ask him to leave. The reason I don’t regret it is because I learnt a lot about people from this whole thing. I learnt a whole lot about human psychology and the defences your brain puts up for you and about trusting people or not trusting people. I will never let anyone treat me like that ever again.
BLEACHING MY HAIR… A LOT
In the spring of 2011 I had pink hair. The next week blue. The week after purple and it carried on in this fashion until August 2011 when my hair gave up on me and started to literally break off about two inches down. I panicked and went to the nearest hairdresser in my friend’s village and had it all lobbed off. It looked awful and I had to make an appointment with my usual hairdresser to get it fixed the next day. By the time she was done with it, it was shaved to #1 on both sides and short enough that it barely pointed into a mohawk on top. I was distraught and I felt un-feminine and awful for months. To make it worse, my boyfriend at the time who I was crazy about broke up with me two weeks later which gave me the worst complex about my new much shorter hair (it was also the first time ever someone had broken up with me.) But I learned from it. I’ll never make that mistake again especially now I have stunning green locks.
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