So since it’s the end of the year, I’m going to do an obligatory summarisation of the year that has occurred through my eyes
I began learning Auslan (Australian Sign Language) and will continue it this year.
Spent over a month and a half overseas in the following countries (planning to go again one day):
- South Africa
- New Zealand (Earlier in the year)I left my Job at SubwayI began planning and writing my novel (slow work in progress)Began learning the guitar again (learnt when I was 8)Finished my second of four years at UniversityMet and started dating my girlfriend.Numerous Parties and GatheringsLots of Sushi, Subway, and Zarraffas CoffeeBegan my Certificate IV in Mental HealthIncreased my ability to touch my toes to just above my ankles (previously couldn’t go past knees) in 8 MonthsWas going to sky dive but that’s now postponed till the 13th of JanRead numerous books and have collected over 120 novelsMet Matthew Reilly (One of my Favourite Authors)Saw Mumford and Sons, Yellowcard & Coldplay Live. (each I want to see many more times again)
Try having an Ex Girlfriend calling you 65,000 times. In one year.
Prosecutors in Hague are attempting to press charges for stalking after a man’s ex began calling him repeatedly, day after day.
If you break down 65,000 calls in one year, it equates to:
- 178 calls per day
- 7.4 calls per hour, 24 hours a day
- One call every 8.1 Minutes.
The thing that makes this even more amusing?
“We were in a relationship, those amounts of calls aren’t excessive at all”.
Still complaining about your current or previous Boy/Girlfriend?
I don’t care what the general consensus is, you can remain best friends with your ex. I still am very close friends with my ex, and yes, everyone instantly assumes that “I’m in love with her still” or “you’re just holding out for her”. No. That’s not it.
We broke up on mutual terms, and had no reason for our friendship to suffer for it. I do not understand why, if you break up on relatively good terms that the friendship has to end as well.
I consider her to be my closest friend, and myself as hers, yes it can sometimes be strained, but it can always be looked past.
Why be unhappy at someone you’ve loved when you can continue something as equally beautiful?
She took a long drag of a cigarette, leaning against the balcony railing, as one might do in cliché style in popular movies. The hot evening stars glimmering in her amazingly blue eyes.
Her hair floating in the air as a small breeze passed us by. Smoke trails wafting, circling into the sky above, disappearing into nothing.
I stood upwind of her as to avoid the smoke, i couldn’t stand the smell of it, and she knew it. She butted the cigarette against the railing, throwing it into the small bin behind her, smiling as it went in.
But it was a short lived, and grim smile. “You know i can’t keep doing this James, i can’t keep doing this, living this lie.”
A lie she indeed lived, a face shrouded in mystery to society, like fog against the pale white full moon on a cold autumn evening.
“I have to leave you James, i have dreams aspirations, i want to travel the world, i’m not ready for a full time boyfriend like yourself, yes, what we had it was fun, enjoyable. But not for me”.
She walked inside from the balcony, turning to the bar i had in my living room covered in photographs, shot glasses, tokens from my adventures.
She waved across the souvenirs whilst pouring a whisky for her and myself, “You’ve had what i want, i need to do this.”
Tears started filling the bottom of her eyes, this was it. The end, we had been together unofficially for four months, with no strings attached…
But the strings which weren’t meant to form, had..
They were about to be severed.
“I have to do it this way, otherwise i’m just going to hurt you, i have to go.”
Pecking me on the cheek and pulling me close, i was shocked, this was how she would leave me, i held her back, my face buried in her auburn hair, her lovely smelling hair.
And with that she walked out of my lounge door and my life forever, remaining only in my memories…
I moved to the balcony watching her leave my apartment,and so she joined the path to destiny, fate pathing the way for her, to her dreams.
“It is these, with heavy regret that I say these final words.”
Rumbling of thunder in the distance.
I look up to glance the large dark rolling clouds moving menacingly creeping like a cat would to its prey. Flashes of lightning moving throughout the cloud of darkness.
“It is not my place to speak of such tragedy, i generally am a happy person, but now, filled with regret.”
Tears begin forming but not in my eyes alone, but in the many of the people before me, a sea of black. Mourning.
“It was not my intention to speak today, about this sad occurrence, about this person who shall be sorely missed, it was my intention to have continued to see them, love them and care for them.”
I breathed a heavy sigh, this is not where i wanted to be, i was not ready for this day, i needed time with her, her death… too soon.
I missed her.
“Whilst this was a time in her life where she was at her busiest, with university, and work, her friends and family. She was at her happiest, her busyness keeping her at her peak.”
God I’ll miss her.
Her mother coming behind me, myself clearly unable to state any more, the emotion welling up inside of me, unable to move, speak or cry no more. She held me close and pulled me softly away from the pedestal.
“I think its a sign,” she said with a hiccup as she struggled to hold her emotions in par,
Thunder rumbling in protest, it was a dark day, and even nature understood that.
I breathed deeply as they lowered her pine finished coffin lower and lower, with the red tear stained ribbons held by her three brothers and father.
It was time to say,
Our final words.
Forever in our hearts.