culture, family, friendship

Oh, darling don’t you ever grow up…

Has anyone ever told you that, “Oh, you don’t want to grow up love, its terrible being old”? I get that. I really do. I get that the life of adults hold multiple struggles that people my age can’t even begin to understand. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have our own problems.

One thing that really annoys me is this. Picture the scene; you’ve had the worst day ever at school, with a few exams and tons of homework, and you had a huge fight with your best friend and it feels like everything has gone wrong. Then you have to come home to find your siblings screaming at each other, which leads to shouting from your parents, telling your siblings to stop yelling. On days like this, not that they occur very often luckily, but when they do, I feel like my head is going to implode and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and cry. Does anyone else get like this? And then, the icing on the ginormous chocolate cake (sarcasm intended) that has been your day, you say, “oh I feel so stressed!” To which the answer, “you’re too young to be stressed!”

This saying really gets me angry, because don’t we have the right to be stressed and upset sometimes? We can have bad days as well. It’s no ones fault in particular, but I feel like actually, I’m pretty sure most adults felt the same way we did growing up. It’s not easy and everyone will go through a rough patch, whether it be with family, schoolwork, friends or other relationships. Trust me, we have plenty on our plate to be stressed about, with GCSEs and A levels literally taking over our life from the age of 14 to 18, then the challenge of finding universities comes along. I’m not there yet thankfully, but my older friends tell me that A levels are super hard; to quote, “the hardest two years of your life.” If that’s not scary enough, I reeeeally don’t need the added stress of people telling me NOT to stress. Because it doesn’t help. Honestly, sometimes it just makes the feeling worse.

I don’t have depression, anxiety or suffer from panic attacks, but sometimes, especially when exams roll around, I can get quite… irritable shall we say. I know people are just trying to lend a hand when they say the exams don’t matter, (I think most people have said this at least once before,) but when they feel like they do to the person, it can have the opposite effect. I think, if friends and family wish to help someone through their problem, they should listen to them. This can apply to anyone and any problem. I know it sounds trivial, but actually, if you can just stop for 5 minutes, put away your phone, turn off your music and just really listen, it can do the world of good to the troubled person just to get everything off their chest. In June this year, when my brother’s best friend’s dad passed away from cancer, my friends were my rock and listened to me. Even my headmistress took time out to talk to me, and it made me realise people do care. If you want to show someone you truly care about them and want them to feel better, listen.

Wow I feel like this post is very deep, but this issue bothers me, especially with the rising numbers of youths with depression and anxiety. Let me know how you guys feel about this, and I apologise if I have caused any offence, as none was intended.

Have a great rest of your Sunday evening, and if you have to go back to work tomorrow, I hope you had a brilliant Christmas break!

christmas, events, family

A typical Australian family Christmas…


Also sorry I haven’t posted the past couple of days, but my cousin has come from Australia so its been a pretty hectic (but amazeballs) Christmas Eve/day. Even though I didn’t spend Christmas in Australia this year, I think its such a different and major event for my family, that I wanted to tell you guys what happens.

My family and I always stay at my grandparents’ house for Christmas (when we go), and on Christmas Eve we leave out, as tradition tells, a caramel koala and a mince pie for Santa, then go to bed, all excited for Christmas Day. When we wake up, the first thing we see when we come out of our bedroom is the living room, which heralds the massive, amazingly decorated by us, Christmas tree. My two siblings and I always wake up first, and we rush ecstatically to look at all the presents, waiting ‘patiently’ for our parents and grandparents to wake up. (Which usually involves a lot of jumping on beds) After the presents are opened (screaming and mess happens here) breakfast is made.

In Australia, I spend Christmas with my dad’s family, and he’s one of six children, all of whom have three or four kids each. Meaning we have a massive family! For lunch, we ALL go to one of the houses and have a massive feast with potato bake, ham, chicken, turkey, veggies and even prawns! (Massive ones to be exact) The classic drink for me is of course: Solo. For all you non-Australians reading this, it is the best lemon drink ever made. As a surprise this year, my mum bought us a few Aussie goodies – including Solo, Mint Slices (!), and of course, my favourite, the legendary strawberry Freddo Frog.

Once we finish the main course, which isn’t usually a big sit down thing because, honestly, their just isn’t enough room, all of the cousins play the legendary annual family football (soccer for you Americans/Australians) and cricket match, which usually gets the majority of the fathers involved as well. It is so much fun, but as Australia is in the height of its summer at Christmas, (so unbearably hot!) and basically everyone has a pool, so most of us go for a swim to cool down sometime during the afternoon. (as well as the dogs!) Dessert is also a massive event, with practically the whole of my family having a major sweet tooth. We all just hang out for hours, and we all get along so well which is fantastic!! In the words of Miranda, “Such fun!!”

I hope everyone had a brill Christmas celebrating with family and friends, and hope you like this little peek into my Christmases in Australia. Love ya all, and to all, g’night!!