University. Was so lonely & homesick. Hated living in digs, missed green space, hated not earning any money. Fucking debt for years afterwards.
Paris. Loads of dodgy-looking men lurking around, trying to aggressively sell you tacky shite or nicking tourists’ rucksacks. Stunk too. I love France, have a second home in a beautiful rural area but Paris is horrid. Parisians so RUDE as well. I literally had my drink thrown at me in a cafe overlooking the Louvre. It ruined things.
Having a career. Takes ages to become professionally qualified, you’re worked like a dog, the day-to-day work isn’t what you ultimately envisioned & you have no decent quality of life. It’s not worth the money when you’re a) so stressed that you struggle to mentally be present for the ppl you love & b) you don’t have any time with the ppl you love. Much prefer a humble job that pays less, delivers more actual enjoyment in an area of interest & you can leave it at the door at 5pm.
New Year’s Eve. Hate hate hate it, hate the expectation, the fact nothing fucking changes apart from a few numbers & the fact that you feel so bloody pressurised to ENJOY yourself, when actually you just want to go to bed. My mum & dad typically have a fraught row on New Year’s Eve where they threaten to divorce one another, no-one’s got any money, it’s ages before the sun comes back & everyone’s cold, tired, flat & fed the fuck up.
In conjunction with the above - New Year’s resolutions. Why do ppl put that unsustainable expectation on themselves at what is a shite time of year for motivation? They never last, you just feel more depressed when you turn out to be the big fat fucking failure you knew you were before Jan 1st