Weekday distractions: Part 2

Like I mentioned in part one, on Tuesday night I was distracted and landed up at the Old Gaol. But I wasn’t the only one being distracted. The Gaol is the type of place where you meet new people very quickly and easily. So it wasn’t long before I was chatting to a married man, who informed me that he had a 12-day-old daughter, and also to a funky, sexy female British student who happens to be engaged. To cut a long story short at some point during the night, married man told sexy girl that if he wasn’t married and she wasn’t engaged then he would be kissing her... It is this type of comment that makes my blood boil and has contributed to the disillusionment and man-hate that I am already feeling at the moment. What happened to the days when marriage was a sacred union? Or am I just being old-fashioned? Although I am not particularly religious, I still believe that if you get married (esp. In a church), you are not only making a promise to your new spouse, but also to God. Although not everyone believes in this it is still something that should be taken into consideration otherwise what on earth is the point on getting married in the first place??? I am not against a married person going out and having fun either, but once you are married there are certain ways of behaving that become inappropriate. Once again I question myself and ask if am I just reinforcing these conventions of society or am I right in believing that a promise is something that should be respected and honoured? These are distractions that could cost you your marriage and it could cost a 12-day-old little girl the privilege of growing up in an unbroken family.

Weekday distractions: Part 1

Going out is a normal part of most first year’s experience at University. My going out experiences started somewhat slower than the rest of the other first years though. I had a lot of fun in O-week, but never totally let go and once lectures etc started I made sure that I only went out on weekend nights and not during the week. I can’t say that I wasn’t envious of all the girls in my res who would make an effort to dress up for Wednesday night theme parties at the Union while I conscientiously stayed in to work. The corridors on Wednesday evenings were always filled with laughter and the mad running around of girls looking for crazy outfits to wear. I would have loved to have joined them but a combination of shyness and not knowing how to approach them and wanting to take my work seriously meant that I never did. The first semester turned out to be a hellish one for me, but by the second semester I felt more settled, happier and the third term became my O-week. I started going out every weekend and at least one night a week if not more. I have since met many fantastic people and my group of friends has grown! We are right in the middle of fourth term, yet I still find myself tempted to go out during the week whether I have work to do or not. And for some reason Tuesday nights are the most tempting. No, not because of the R10 draughts served at The Rat on Tuesdays, but purely by coincidence. Take last Tuesday night for example: After getting back from the film festival, a friend came to visit and eventually I got dragged off to chill at a digs VIA the Old Gaol. Now, I don’t regret this at all, but I suffered from a lack of sleep the next day and a bit more work to do than necessary. The previous Tuesday was meant to be a quiet ice-cream at Steers, which turned into quiet R10 draughts at the Rat. The Tuesday before that was Cow Moon Theory, The Rat, The Old Gaol... etc etc etc. I have decided to give up fighting weekday distractions as they are not necessarily a bad thing. So long as I still manage to strike a balance between work and play without getting overly distracted, I should be fine...