Literally Living The DreamJune 7, 2018 • Personal
Sometimes life can feel like it’s made up of little annoyances. There are bills to pay, chores to do, and just so many responsibilities. It can be so easy to get into a mental slump about all these little things bugging you. It can be so easy to lose perspective. Sometimes I see high school girls and I am just hit with the realisation that I will never be 16 again and in fact, I’ve nearly doubled that age. I initially think of how it doesn’t seem like it was that long ago, but if I really think about it, the fuzzy edges of my memories make it clear that it was eras away.
The little annoyances of “adulthood” are manageable for the most part. In reality, my bills are all automatically taken from my bank account. I don’t actually have to worry about them; I don’t need to write and send a cheque or anything. Chores feel like they take forever, but that’s mainly down to the endless stretch of procrastination that proceeds them. And I act like I have so many responsibilities, but in reality, I spend a huge chunk of my time scrolling through my phone and/or watching Grey’s Anatomy and… nothing bad happens.
One of the annoyances that really gets to me, though, is public transport. You may know that the rail in England is currently in a bit of turmoil with trains being cancelled left, right and centre. And I’ve been caught up in it, despite only commuting twice per week between Brighton and London. It’s been an elaborate song and dance of trying to figure out schedules and attempt to beat the system to get home in a timely manner.
I often try to make up for lost time by taking the Tube to a more convenient train station. This is a failure as often as it works, and then I find myself annoyed with the Tube even though I brought it upon myself.
Still, while I’m grumbling about public transport, I’m always struck with a thought, and that is along the lines of how thrilling teenage Aisling would find all of it.
Growing up, I was a big Anglophile. We can blame the Spice Girls, Hary Potter and Worst Witch, mainly. In my teen years in my bedroom in Canada, or on the even-slower-than-TfL Calgary Transit buses to school, I’d dream of living in England, and exploring London. Back then I would have killed for the mind-numbing boredom of getting the Tube in London. I would have bragged to my friends about it.
So when I get caught up in how I am paying hundreds of pounds per month to use a transport system that is fundamentally broken and getting worse every day, I think back to that girl in Calgary and how she would have found joy in – okay, no, I’m still extremely pissed off. Sort it out, Thameslink, you incompetent morons!