Germination

It occurred to me a few hours ago that during my time at university, I've seen a number of beginnings.

The beginnings of future power-struggles, indomitable biases and future foes.

People who run for positions of power now are likely to follow the same path in years to come, people who lie in bed all day now are likely to remain equally as sedentary in later life (albeit in a crappy job with a boss whose hatred for them is only surpassed by their own self-loathing) and people who hold grudges now will only get more bitter and cynical as the calendars change.

I know I'm only thinking like this because the house is silent. Ellie's upstairs in her onesie and Jonathan's probably dreaming about jazz and posh salmon, so for the first time in days I find myself sat in my own house in the early hours of the morning and not embracing the liberal lifestyle that's arguably synonymous with university.

I guess what I'm saying is that whatever a person is to become, they sow the seeds at university.
If you can't be yourself at a time when you have virtually limitless freedom over your own life and likes, then I'd say you're a mid-life crisis waiting to happen.

But then, I say a lot a things.

I just wonder if people who choose a 'side' at this early stage in life are going to end up being victims of their own self-imposed bias. And, of course, being a person (and not a pixie, contrary to popular belief), I fall within this all too real restriction.

Still, I have hope. I've always walked the fine line between the optimistic and the delusional.
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Oh, and I know I've not blogged in a good few weeks - for that I'm sorry, but blame Bullet Magazine for keeping me occupied and happily scribbling away.
You can see a list of my articles for the magazine here.