#firstworldpelotonproblems

Hey guys and girls! So i had a close call today. I went to the barber to get my hair cut. I asked for a No.2 because i like having my hair short I can't stand having it long it annoys me. Not to say i havent had long hair in the past "i have" but just over it lol. Plus short is better due to the fact it's easier to get stitches put in when i get run over by a jet ski. Jokes, Too soon? Yeah. Anyway i asked for a No.2 and as he was about to cut my hair he got distracted and turned the clippers on without putting an attachment on and took a nice REALLY SHORT patch out of the back of my head. I couldn't believe it! His face explained it all the look of shock horror. I said "how short is it?" To which he replied "not that bad." But it was! I said to him "you better fix this!" Needless to say he managed to blend it in pretty good. And gave me a discount Phew! When have you guys had a bad experience with a hair dresser or barber?

Please help me pay back my student loan! It’s not for any good charities or anything. It would just help me be able to follow my dream of being a photographer!

jg

So I'll kick things off with my first proper text post. To give anybody reading this a bit of background, I used to live above a pub. My other half was the manager, and all but a few days after being told he would finally and officially be the manager of the pub, the company who runs the place decided they were going to bring a new live-in manager in, and we were no longer allowed to live there, giving us 11 days notice to be out of the premesis. Thankfully, we have some good friends, and one of them has allowed us to live with her for now. She has a new housemate moving in on the 23rd of August, so we have until then to move in to our own place. At this point, I was told that everything happens for a reason, by a lot of people. 'You and Kev will be happier living somewhere else. You'll have more time together. He'll spend less time working, make more money.' This is not the first time I've been told that recently, having dealt with a lot of shit in terms of being told one thing, and something different happening, in regards to the pub and our living arrangements. Eventually, I came around to the idea- perhaps the mew house would be nice. We found a place pretty quickly, paid the admin fees, signed all the paperwork. It's been done for a few weeks now, being told we can move in on the 22nd of August. I felt relieved, it was all done, we would have our own place- a two bed house with a garden, it was gorgeous. Yesterday, while at a training course for work, I got a call from the estate agents telling me that the owner has pulled the house off the market and decided we can no longer rent the place. I'm devistated. We were finally back on track and ready to start our new life, in our new place, decided where the furniture would go for fucks sake. Since then, everybody who I have told has responded with 'Everything happens for a reason.' Does it? I feel like myself and the other half have been shat on repeatedly. For the 2 years we have been together, I think that everything that could possibly have gone wrong, has. We often come out stronger for it, but everything that has happened to us can be exhausting and devistating. I have become very skeptical and cynical as of late, largely due to this, and everybody seems to think that 'everything happens for a reason.' I think the reason must be that me and Kev are terrible people. I have repeatedly tried to figure out what we have done to piss the universe off, or any higher power- should one exist. If karma is a thing, I must have been Hitler in a previous life. I want to know what 'reason' this has happened for- we had a lovely house lined up, perfect timing, ideal price, lovely location and its been taken away from me. Why? I can't find any house or flat that comes close to that one but we don't have time to be picky, so we must settle for one that we don't like as much. I'm always gonna feel bitter towards a new place for not being the place I wanted. The other half made a great point recently, and this is one that some may have to take with a pinch of salt, perhaps its in bad taste. Regardless. In the training session at work yesterday, the group was shown a video with chronological information and reports from the Daniel Pelka case- a child who was neglected and abused to the point where he was eventually killed. I told Kev about it in the afternoon when I got back. He turned to me and said 'so if everything happens for a reason, what was the reason for that?' I couldn't have agreed more. Why did that happen then? I am sick of that phrase. Where my situation is nowhere near as bad as that example, or many others that you could think of, I just think that phrase is a load of bollocks. I know people who say it to me, mean well, but I am so angry and frustrated at the moment that I feel like snapping, every time. It is taking all of my energy to not flip out at these people and tell them it's a load of shit, life isn't fair, our situation isn't fair, and whatever this reason may be, I hope it's a fucking good one. I feel better for writing this out. Although it will probably never be read, writing it down gets a little bit of that abger and frustration out. So. Thanks for reading, if you made it this far. Over and out.