I never really go out if I can possibly avoid it, but it was a good night – but, kind of depressing too, because it makes me miss art college, doing creative things, being around interesting people. Knowing that my housemates and me were in the same position last year as the people putting on these shows, and that we’re all just doing shitty jobs takes the shine off a bit.
Everyone seemed wankier than ever, too – maybe because we’ve got less wanky? I’m ambivalent about that, cos although a lot of the people were very hipster-generic – lots of scruffy tailored shorts, rolled-up skinny jeans without socks, messy hair, and beards – that’s a lot more interesting and appealing than my day-to-day life. I felt very ordinary. It makes me enthused to try and be more creative, ‘interesting,’ etc, but it’s so hard to sustain that drive in the face of working everyday and still being poor.
Fuck, it was really nice to be around people who are enthusiastic about being creative. I mean, I live with people like that… only we’ve all become jaded by the graduate slog.
