A Right to Happiness

My friend recently got into a relationship with a 29 year old man who lives in Australia. She is so happy with him, despite the age gap (she being just 19), that she is seriously considering moving to Australia next year to live with him.

Everyone is worried about the relationship, with him being so much older than her, settled into his life and obviously the distance between him. A lot of people have been trying to talk her out of such a relationship, encouraging her to find someone her own age and perhaps closer to home. I'm not going to deny that I too am worried about it. I worry that if she drops everything and move to Australia, something will go horribly wrong and she'll be all alone with no support.

Then I realised, who are we to impede on her happiness? She told me that she's never been so happy, and although at the moment the distance is annoying, she gets to go to Australia every holidays to see him, and he frequently flies over here (originally being a kiwi himself). If she's happy, why should we try and stop her? I've decided that I'll support her in what she wants to do, but I'm encouraging her to take it slow and not to rush into anything, which she has agreed - she too knows the risks.

She's not very happy in her flat, and I'd love to live with her next year, so I told her not to worry if she thinks moving to Australia is her only option, because it's not. She's well aware that every time they see each other, they're in holiday mode, and so she's planning on spending the summer over the ditch before she makes any decisions.

At the end of the day, I just want her to be happy, and if that happiness will come to her by moving to Australia, then good for her. I'll be here for her whether she moves or stays.

To Chop or Not to Chop?

For the past year, I've grown my hair own from a very short, Rihanna style haircut. However, now I'm thinking about chopping it all off again. This is my problem, I get sick of it short, but by the time I've grown it out again, I'm ready to get rid of it.

So, to chop or not to chop?

13 Year Old Boys

It's holidays at the moment - although with two assignments and a test to study for, it's hardly the holidays - and for the past week, I've been staying at Jake's because we were the only ones in each of our flats not returning home, so it made sense to combine for food and such. His little brother was also coming to stay, and he thought it would be cool if we could all hang out.

His little brother is 13. And was pretty darn annoying. He didn't help with the dishes, didn't even offer to help. Mostly, he played PlayStation. In fact, all he did was play PlayStation. I managed to get him to watch the news at 6 and then Family Guy, but after that, it was back to PlayStation. And then some more.

He'd get up early just to play it. Jake woke up early one morning to find him playing it. He sent him back to bed, where he promptly fell asleep for another couple of hours. Then he got up. And played some more.

Crazy.

I don't understand 13 year old boys.

It's not so much my lack of inspiration for this blog that's preventing me from posting, it's a lack of time. Work, uni, friends... it's all taking it's toll on this blog. Bare with me.