Rave On

Today, I have gone with the flow.

Students are a bizarre breed. Last night, I had a bit of a flashback-from-the-future. It's weird, how you look back at how you were once upon a time, and it just seems so alien to the you that you are now. How can I have ever been like that? Did I really used to drink that much? Was it as carefree and simple as I remember? Was it really all party party party?

However much one is affected by alcohol, it's fair to say that most of the time, people are too involved in what's happening at that moment now, to take a step back and observe the situation. It makes sense - reminscence happens after the event, not during. It all seems to flash past so fast, life flying through 'til all that's left is last minutes and lost evenings. Then, every now and again, I find myself in the throng of it all. Here I am, on the sidelines of studentdom - this is what they talk about university living. Here I am, a part of it. Here I am, belonging to this unnatural way of being. I find myself in situations I could have never imagined even happening to anyone, let alone myself being connected to them. It's so strange.

When I look back on this all in years to come, I suspect that I'll remember it as a sort of not quite real, rose-tinted view of the way students are. It's part of the reason I keep this record, I guess, a kind of virtual pinch to wake myself up to the fact that these things did actually happen, it's not remote stories of someone else's life. I was there, it was real. However crazy, however random, however stupid, however regretful, I did it - it was me.

And I won't sit down,
And I won't shut up
And most of all, I won't grow up

On the jukebox: Wiley ~ Wearing My Rolex