Woke up today with my mouth tasting like an ashtray and feeling like Mike Tyson took a chunk out of my head. Well guess that’s the price you pay for sitting at tabu and polishing off a bottle of Rockland white rum, and to think last night was supposed to be a quiet night (it would have been if not for the weird shenanigans at Taj at 6 in the morning, still not sure what went on there). Well while I was lying in bed and trying to distract myself from the rendition of Stomp going on in my head I started thinking about why I missed uni so much. Had such a moment of clarity that I actually dragged myself out of bed to sit in front of my computer and go through the immeasurable pain of connecting to bloody SLTnet, anyways bitching aside, here goes my theory:

Uni life is, as most people would agree one of the best times of your life. The freedom of living on your own, not answering to anybody, discovering a new place (London in my case) so completely different from where you grew up in are just a few of the plus sides. Added to that are of course the opportunities to..cough..cough..expand your horizons. Cheap alcohol, copious amounts of skunk and the occasional magic mushroom resulted in a very confused first year for me.

But the actual comfort (I can’t think of a better word) of being in university is the purpose it gives you. You know inevitably what is required of you, pass some exams and get a decent degree out at the end. You also have a set deadline, whether its 3 years for undergrad or 1 year for grad school. Whatever you get up to that deadline is set in stone, a fact I took immense comfort in (I’m big on deadlines and um I guess comfort). Now life is another story, the career choices are multitudinous, even though I’ve known since I was 9 what I wanted to be, an environmental scientist/professional (sad I know, thinking about these things when I was 9).

Even then what’s more important, being rich and financially independent with my own company, having a happy family, fighting a lone battle to save some obscure species, the list goes on? So in life unlike college, the endgame is, well not there. There is however a deadline, just like in college, but in life that deadline is death. So technically even if you achieve what you want in life by your deadline, you don’t even get to celebrate, wonder-fucking-full.

Anyways that’s enough amateur philosophy for now, I think the stars I see in front of my eyes indicate that I need to go back to sleep, need some rest before getting back to my white rum/sprites tonight.