Wimbledon, Wispa’s and Worries

Hello! In terms of blog posts it’s been a busy week but in terms of actual life…well, not so much. But I have all sorts of things to catch up on despite this.

First of all, let’s zoom back an entire week to the Wimbledon final. Well Serena Williams won the ladies’ title though that was no surprise to anyone really. The men’s final left me in something of a predicament really as British player Andy Murray was playing the greatest player ever and one of the few sportsman I genuinely respect, Roger Federer. Most of the match took place on the journey back from Wales so we were following it on the radio and on our mobile phones. Tennis commentary on the radio is dreadful. It sounds like this:

Federer serves, Forehand return from Murray, forehand, forehand, backhand, big stretch forehand from Murray, Federer backhand, forehand, forehand, backhand. CROWD CHEERS. It’s 30-40.

Now I had to decide who to support. If it had been any other player against him, I would have supported Murray, being the British hopeful. But Federer is a legend and I felt it was about time he won another Wimbledon (and also got the record for the most weeks at number one ever!). Plus when I thought about it, I don’t even like Murray very much. He’s really grumpy for one thing. And if I got asked my nationality I would say “English” and Murray is Scottish. They want to be independent for goodness sake, so I find it hard to properly consider him the same nationality; it feels like cheating.

I arrived home just in time to see the last few points of the match and to see Roger Federer win Wimbledon for the 7th time. It was great to see and I am really glad Roger won. But I did feel a bit sorry for Murray when he had a big cry. He does that though.

^{He does look pleased with himself doesn’t he? Well I suppose you would!}

You may well remember that I applied for a job at the local visitor information centre and had an interview? (I told you before, there is a definite narrative arc to this blog. Sometimes.) Well the interview was moved to Thursday and so on Thursday morning I dressed up all smart and headed into town. It’s amazing the additional respect you get is when you wear a shirt and tie in public. I very rarely have call to at the moment but I found generally everyone was more polite than they would have been otherwise. It brings respect apparently.

So the interview. Well it was pretty awkward. I think it’s actually my first job interview, the first of many no doubt. As soon as I walked in the room and was sat at a desk opposite two people I felt horrifically out of my depth. It’s wasn’t awful but it wasn’t exactly brilliant either. It didn’t help that some of the questions asked were really hard to answer. Like “What has the biggest challenge of your life been so far?” That sort of questions requires quite a lot of thinking. I said getting into university but to be honest it’s probably the right here right now. But more on that in a minute. Another question they asked was “How would your friends describe you?” I don’t know, ask my friends! I didn’t say that but I thought it. And I figured that it was probably a good thing they didn’t ask my friends as Chris and Mike especially would be prone to saying goodness knows what!

Suffice to say, I didn’t get the job. Apparently loads of people applied and I made it into the final 12 which is decent enough I suppose. It’s still disappointing though as I really would have liked the job, and not just because of the financial benefits. I feel now I ought to go in there and be really annoying to the person who did get the job. Some people would do that, but I won’t. Unless I get really bored.

On Thursday I went so see The Amazing Spider-Man (review here) with Chris. Chris is my BFF in case you’ve forgotten. Actually my other BFF Mike is currently in Cyprus looking at rocks. He does that sort of thing (he’s doing a geology degree). I miss Mike. But yeah, me and Chris hopped on the bus and went to the cinema. After a visit to McDonald’s I might add. Now I know McDonald’s food is unhealthy and everything but I LOVE IT. And actually it’s only really McDonald’s I feel that about, other places like KFC and Burger King are horrible. Another thing I love is the chocolate bar Wispa Gold. And the other day I discovered that there is a limited edition Wispa Gold McFlurry. So I had to have one!

^{An Instagram-type photo of the Wispa Gold McFlurry. Without the cool filter. So it’s just a lame photo really.}

IT WAS AMAZING! I loved, loved, loved it. I said so on Twitter and the Official Wispa Twitter account retweeted me. They have now retweeted me at least three times to my knowledge. Which gives a terrible impression of me (terrible but accurate).

My sleeping pattern is pretty messed up once again and it led me to some late night reflecting the other night. I was thinking about my current situation in life. Things are worse than they ever have been. I hardly ever go out. And I mean out of the house, let alone out clubbing or something. And it’s not really much different when I’m at university. It’s not really normal is it? At least recently I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not entirely my own fault. It’s always going to be dull in my hometown because it’s a dull place. At university I don’t have that many friends probably largely to do with the fact the female to male ratio is so high. I am perfectly happy to hang out with girls but actually they don’t really want to hang out with me most of the time. I’m always going to have a smaller social circle than the average university student because I’m not really a going out and getting drunk person. I never did it much but over the last few months I’ve realised I just don’t enjoy it any more.

It would be naive to say it’s nothing to do with me, I am rubbish at social interaction and can’t expect to meet people if I don’t talk to them. I do try though. I am just a naturally shy person. And that links to the other big issue I have with my life at the moment. I’m training to be a teacher if you remember. Being shy is not great in that profession. I wasn’t really very worried about it all but the university got me all worried after the last placement. Right now I’m considering whether I should quit the course. It would be two years of my life completely wasted but maybe this isn’t what I was meant to do. I suppose I need to prove it one way or the other and that opportunity will come in the six week placement I have starting in October.

So yeah. You can see the issues I have and why I said earlier that actually I’m going through the biggest challenge in my life. I actually have very little at the moment. Really it’s just my two best mates, my family and perhaps a couple of other friends. I’m very grateful for it all but it’s not really enough right now. It really does feel that I am spiralling into oblivion unless something can pluck me out. Hmm, that was a bit over the top but you get the point.

Sorry about that, the tone of this post when from pretty cheery to downright depressing. I like to share these things here though, it helps. Supportive or useful comments would be great right now. I’ve been enjoying all the news from Comic Con this weekend (desperately wishing I was there) and so there’ll be a Geekgasm post about it next week and join me as usual tomorrow for Chart Chasers! Thanks for reading this mammoth post, you’ve made it to the end!