It’s pretty difficult to remember all that happened in college. If I’m honest that last post is mostly what I remember, there’s a couple more situations and stories, but nothing really relevant. Like one girl was pretty mean, but not noticeably, unless it was happening to you, she had this horrible grin which she’d use while saying these half mean half nice things. But I mean other than those type of situations nothing else really happened in college, or I can’t remember anything happening..
What happened next? College ended in May.. June time and then summer, I don’t remember that summer.. Think I just went numb. All my friends were moving away for University that September and I was preparing to be alone. I didn’t go to Uni with everyone else, it was another age milestone, it was another thing I didn’t think I was good enough for, I did apply though.. I applied to do Teaching. Three Uni’s I applied to, I got into one, and then the “I’m not good enough for this” came into play and I decided not to go. So by the time September came around my closest friends went off to different parts of the country to study. Scotland, Manchester, Liverpool. And it hit me, hard. I wasn’t going to see them often, they were making new friends, probably better friends, and they would forget me. I had to find a job. A job!
It took me until October to find a job and in those months throughout summer and then over September I got really sad. In fact this is probably where I’d say the depression and the anxiety hit worse. I sunk into this pit, into this tiny part of my mind where it was normal to think horrible things and be sad and I didn’t want help. In fact help never came into my head at this point, I was content being unhappy, I was used to feeling down and I had routines and I didn’t like change. That was the biggest problem of mine, I didn’t like change, I’d avoid anything that meant change and obviously getting help or being helped was all about change!
So this Job, it took me so long to find a job because although I was desperate for work, I was also incredibly picky. I didn’t want to work in a big company, I didn’t want to work with men, I didn’t want to work with too many people, I wanted a small shop where I wouldn’t be bothered and I wouldn’t bother anyone else. And that’s what I got, I got hired as a part timer in a boutique style accessory shop, there were four other girls, two worked through the week, other two were weekend workers, so I got the chance to work with all of them.. The weekenders didn’t like the weekdays and visa versa. I worked Wednesday, Thursday, Friday 4-8pm (sometimes 12-5, just depending on.. Whatever) and Saturday 10-6, and Sunday 12-4 so I got my fair share of time working with both.. I never really liked the weekday girls, they were pretty close friends so I was a third wheel, I’d just clean all day and they’d talk amongst themselves. They didn’t make me feel good. Saying that, one was nicer than the other.. They both had painted claws the length of my pinky finger.. Both wore a bottle of fake tan a day and both wore these horrible hair extensions and eyelashes which you’d find in the staff room or vacuum when you were emptying it. Now that didn’t bother me too bad because each to their own. It was the fact that they both had these two sided personalities to match..
At first they didn’t speak to me at all! I mean for the first two weeks they literally didn’t speak to me.. Try and imagine that for a minute, ok? You are me, and me, I mean I, was incredibly shy, socially inept and terrified of people and myself. They left me to myself and being left to myself gave me too much time to think.. Day in, day out I’d constantly be thinking. About my friends not being around, being alone, not having a real education, not having a real job, going no where with my life, doing nothing, having no one, it was never ending thoughts rushing through my head! It was horrid. When they eventually did start talking to me it was the odd question every once in a while, or “do you mind if we go to lunch together and you look after the shop?” And they’d be gone for hour and a half to two hours.. They took major advantage of me, but I wasn’t going to say no, was I? I couldn’t understand why they couldn’t and didn’t make conversation with me, so I was quiet and shy, and was the complete opposite of them, so what? I know it’s a phrase that’s been thrown around so much it’s almost lost its meaning but don’t judge a book by its cover. In the job I work now it’s pretty much my mantra! I guess they didn’t use that phrase, which honestly isn’t okay.
Moving on, the weekend girls, who were much more down to earth, and liked the same things as me and actually spoke to me! They were generally pleasant to be around except for their constant and outspoken dislike for the weekday girls.. It sort of annoyed me that they disliked someone so much but when it came around to seeing them or working with them, they were friends with them..? But I got over that because unfortunately everyone has a moment when they have to act pleasant to some they don’t particularly want to, especially when it involves work.
Oh, my mind’s gone blank. I don’t want to stop typing, otherwise I’ll lose the.. flow..? What was I going to say? I’ve forgot where I was going with this. The going blank thing? That’s happened a lot since being ill, my brain just shuts down for a second and I don’t remember a conversation, or what I was doing. I mean, give it a minute or two and I’ll remember but it’s really annoying. Does this happen to anyone else?
In those first months; summer, looking for jobs, having this first job, being without friends; I felt so alone. I would cry every night, without fail, even if I had a good day, I’d go home and lay in bed and I’d think.. Thinking is one of my least favourite things. Still. My closest friend moved to Scotland and I think he was there two months before he transferred back home, I was so happy he was back, but so sad because he changed his course, and I’d never tell him this but I really wanted him to stick out the course in Scotland, it was Pathology and he was so smart, still is, well he’s dumb but smart.. I won’t go into it but if you’ve got a friend who does stupid things but is also the smartest person you know, you’ll know what I mean. So at the time I was happy for me to have him back and unfairly I was disappointed in him for leaving. Saying that though, I’m so happy for him now, he’s studying something he enjoys and he’s happy, as far as I know, I still 100% worry about him because he’s my best friend and I hope always will be and everytime he does something stupid I want to scream but also… everytime he does something stupid I’m usually sighing and standing beside him doing it with him. I don’t want him to ever think he’s alone.
It’s unfair to say but I wish I had someone that felt the same way for me. I mean he probably did, my family probably did, a lot of people I knew probably cared but I never knew it, and if there’s one thing I’ve changed since feeling better is I don’t lie, I always say I love you when I end a phone call with family, and I tell my friends I appreciate them and care about them and miss them, because I can’t allow them to ever be as sad as me. It’s a small list of things but people appreciate it, I sure as hell would have appreciated it.
Kate