God damn it Meadows.
Ok, I didn't know about clinical depression stuff. I wasn't trying to hate or anything.
My post did come a little from jealously, I mean who wouldn't be jealous of your employment. And I wasn't cringing because you pulled, mostly just the way you're putting thought and effort into the update posts
and I'm not looking for that (this is completely unfair by me). I am enjoying the thread and I hope you continue to have fun; it's inspiring me to think about something for next summer.
Again, I mean no offence, but if you do write a book I don't think it would be the sort I'd read... but I appreciate there is clearly an audience here of people wanting that stuff.
I'd buy Kentpaul's book though.
Now I'm cringing at my own back-pedalling, god damn it Meadows. Evilore if you come to Leeds I will buy you a drink.
Well that's what happened, yeah? I wasn't feeling sorry for myself. I kept having anxiety attacks on the train from Granada to Madrid while I tried to watch some Breaking Bad, like I mentioned. Had to keep pausing it to do breathing exercises. Can't control that, just a result of being isolated and sick for several days and not really having any human contact. I have clinical depression and anxiety, and I'm providing an honest account of the events, so that's why I mention it. It provided for an interesting contrast between the first half of the day and the second half, though, after I forced myself through it and went out and made things happen.
Staying in a nice hotel doesn't make you immune to negativity or immune to life. I only mention that it's a five star because I ended up taking a girl back to my hotel, and I had a different end point of the story in a previous revision but I felt like ending it at the cab. Bringing her back to my swank hotel sort of completed the night, confirmed all the things I had said about myself, and made her think I was James Bond or something ;b. I don't really give a fuck either way where I stay, as you'll notice since I've stayed in a bunch of hostels. Nice hotels are for your woman, not for you. I just so happened to stay at a nice hotel and have a woman that day, a pleasant coincidence.
Ok, I didn't know about clinical depression stuff. I wasn't trying to hate or anything.
My post did come a little from jealously, I mean who wouldn't be jealous of your employment. And I wasn't cringing because you pulled, mostly just the way you're putting thought and effort into the update posts
and the mojitos
Again, I mean no offence, but if you do write a book I don't think it would be the sort I'd read... but I appreciate there is clearly an audience here of people wanting that stuff.
We're not clothing god stop ironing us out.
I'd buy Kentpaul's book though.
Now I'm cringing at my own back-pedalling, god damn it Meadows. Evilore if you come to Leeds I will buy you a drink.