"I don't think that being a strong person is about ignoring your emotions and fighting your feelings. Putting on a brave face doesn't mean you're a brave person. That's why everybody in my life knows everything that I'm going through. I can't hide anything from them. People need to realise that being open isn't the same as being weak."

- Taylor Swift

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

The Lonely Hearts Club

Now Playing: 'Seven Devils' by Florence + The Machine

My school is the kind of school where everyone comes from everywhere.

Public transport is more than just, well, transport - it's a social thing. Every day the conversation starts sat the lockers, and ebbs and flows as people drift down the stairs to the various stations and stops.

I don't like public transport.

It just seems to me to be a collossal waste of time. My route home is so inefficient it takes two hours to complete a journey that takes about 20 minutes in a car. I don't really object to walking uphill with a super heavy bag (have you tried running in a school skirt with a bag on your back? You feel like an obese turtle) - okay, I kind of do - but the bit that bugs me is that it's so nonsensical. I only use public transport when I have to.

The people who get picked up are a motley bunch. It's mostly scared year eights who are so small they'd probably get swallowed up and eaten alive by rush hour. Or lazy Asians, like me.

It's hilarious, the conversations we have in The Lonely Hearts Club. I mostly ask my year eleven friends how they're going, give them tips, freak them out about year twelve. It's not the most deep and meaningful forum of discussion hence...The Lonely Hearts Club.

One of the many things that is annoying me about year twelve is that nobody really has time to talk to anyone at all; any conversation not about school, or marks, or whatever is regarded as a waste of time. We're still living, you know, still getting older; just because we live in a paradox doesn't mean that the real world has gone on a holiday to the Bahamas. I just want time to freeze and let me run out of the classroom, grab someone by the hand, sit them down and say 'right. TALK.'

Some people ask me how I have so much time to blog. I don't. I don't have time to eat or sleep either, but it's just one of the many things I have to do. I'd go mad without my blog, really. Because my life is so filled with missed opportunities, shoulda-woulda-couldas, so many things I wish I could say to so many people.

At least, when I am frustrated and wound up by discontent, I can say them here. 


1 comment:

Adelaide Dupont said...

Thank you for making lonely hearts less lonely and more meaningful.

As for the commute!

"The real world hasn't gone on a holiday to the Bahamas". It seems that school can be like the Bahamas - or like the more over-developed part of Bali...