Thursday, 4 February 2010

Some Days The World Is So Small

Don’t you find it strange when two people you met in very different environments know each other? Even more so if they’re like best friends, right? This actually happens to me fairly often! I live in London, it’s not like there is a shortage of people or anything, yet somehow everyone I come across knows somebody else I already know. 

I’ll give you an example. I was at a media course thing (I’ve spoken about it before) for a couple days however long ago. While I was there I met a lovely Russian girl and we got talking and she is the only person from the day I kept in contact with. There was also a boy who gave me his email address but he wrote it on a really small bit of paper and I unfortunately lost it by the time I got home… and he doesn’t have a Facebook. So he’s lost to the world now.

But I have kept the Russian and we’re actually friends now. Turns out I met her best friend like last March or something (maybe further back) in the club I used to work in with some other mates of mine. I know these people from separate worlds; writer world and clubber world – yet not only do they both go to ucl, they’re friends. Not even that they just know each other, but real friends. I find it hilarious. And they are both Russian, which probably almost explains how they both know each other to be fair, but still. I think it’s weird.
I used to have a pink Mohawk, back when I was 18/19 and working in the night club. Friends of mine would bump into lesbians all over the country and start talking about either London or me or Ghetto or whatever and they ALL would know me as ‘The pink haired girl from Ghetto’. How funny is that? National ‘fame’ for having awesome hair and working in a once awesome club.

Alas, it got less awesome and now it doesn’t even exist anymore. But I got one year of it’s awesomeness (I know that was a lot of 'awesome-ing' in a short amount of space - but heck it's the right word). Apparently it was even better in the years before I was old enough to play. Some days I miss that me, but most days I don’t. Being sociable is really exhausting. People wanting your attention all the time you don’t get any to yourself – and to be honest, I’d rather sit alone and watch a movie any day. This isn’t me blowing my own horn by the way, you just meet a lot of people as a student and working in a bar. I used to make a lot more effort to talk to people, but this year I don’t make much at all. My reason is study and that I now live on the outskirts of London which means it’s too much of a mission getting home if I go clubbing. I think if you over do something it loses it’s spark, and I definitely over did the social queen bit and the drinking bit. But you’re allowed to drink excessively as a fresher – you’re never going to be able to do that again if you get a grown up job when you graduate! Now days I pretty much don’t drink at all. People look at you funny if you say you don’t drink – what does that say about our society? It’s got to be more than it says about me, right? 


  1. It does happen a lot to me here in my area. Being a teacher I meet my students' best friends, dates, parents, and even their worst enemies. =P

    I agree being sociable is exhausting. I do feel like being completely alone some days, and you know what, people find it strange that you don't want to talk, that you need silence sometimes, as if you were supposed to entertain them working full time as a kind of clown.

    Great post Pennie.

    Take care and keep smiling. Kiss your cheeks.

  2. I don't know what it's like to be sociable since I never really talk to people. And sometimes, I am even surprised by the fact that I actually have friends. I don't talk to them not because there's something wrong with them, but I just don't have anything to say to them. I am in my own world in a lot of ways. I just feel like I can't communicate with them, but for some reason, most people think I am the right person to talk to.

    They think I am weird because I don't talk. And I am always being asked the same questions all the time such as 'Why are you so quiet?' or 'Why don't you talk?'.. They always leave me speechless.

    Maybe I am just too extreme. Maybe I should open up myself more. Maybe that's why I choose to write.