Today's post is fuelled mainly by the lingering happiness following an evening spent with Jess yesterday.
It was the sort of evening that did not need to be captured in photographs and Facebook updates - it wasn't earth-movingly brilliant, nor was it the sort of evening that anybody would be jealous of. But that's the point.
It's easy to look at (literally, taking the Facebook example a little further) what everybody else is doing and feel disillusioned. They're all out, having a great time, and you're at home, in your pyjamas, wondering what happened to 'being young'. It's easy to feel like you need more from your life.
What I realised yesterday, while driving alone in the dark having dropped Jess of at home, was that the 'more' factor in life doesn't need to come from something so big, but rather from something so ordinary. Like sitting on my bed and talking for hours, or flicking through holiday photos again.
People seem to make a big deal out of being eighteen here in the UK - it's like because 18 is the legal age for drinking alcohol, everybody feels the urge to go out and get drunk every single weekend. And for what? A hangover and fuzzy memories of being in a dingy club in your local town (any local folks will probably be thinking of one place in particular while reading this)? Thanks, but I'll pass.
I'm happy with the sitting in and doing nothing with a friend feeling that comes from doing just that. There's something equally as exciting about being able to do that. There's so much good in the fact that you don't need any other ingredients adding to the delicate mixture that is your friendship.
[Unless that other ingredient is a Josh Groban CD, which is always welcome, and especially when driving through a sleepy village in the dark]
But you know that pure, unaffected, untouched feeling of happiness? I found it yesterday. The sort of happiness that has you driving alone with a welcome, but very missed, smile upon your face that speaks of your day and the experiences you've had. And I think it was mainly because of Jess.
Love you, JOA.
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