It was a Saturday we went down to one of our favourite pubs before a night out. Cheap drinks and good music, if a bit crowded, was the main reasons why we liked it. On this particular Saturday we bumped into a Norwegian guy that my flatmate had gone out with once before (and decided she didn't like). My flatmate was currently talking with a guy she actually liked so he came over to talk to me and my other flatmate. I guess he was going to try to make friends with us or something, although that is not quite how it went. The first thing he said was "All British girls are sluts". I couldn't believe it! Although I am not British myself, a lot of my friends are, so I took offence to this statement, hence I said "I think you know that's not true". "Well, they all dress like sluts". "Not true either" I said, although I was at a slight disadvantage, being in the pub we were in. Further he continued to tell us about other things he didn't like about the British and Britain etc. In the end I just said "If you hate Britain so much, why are you here?". To which he replied "This is Wales babe", probably feeling very smug.
I was really mad at this point, mainly 'cause he babe’d' me. I didn't point out to him that Wales is a part of Britain, because my friend that he liked came back just then. The things he said wasn't the only reason I still don't like him, it has also got to do with his appearance, very clean gut west-side, tall, skinny, dark hair. He is the kind of guy who would have been very popular with the girls in high school. His attitude did also reflect this, acting like he could get anyone he wants, right there and then. The icing on the cake was his really bad English, although not his fault entirely, it just sealed the deal. Truly the most obnoxious guy I have ever met.
Thursday, 24 November 2011
Saturday, 19 November 2011
Past meets present
I can hear my phone ringing. I reach for it and register it's Belle calling before I even realise I'm on the floor. "Hey, are you coming tonight?" she asks. "What's tonight?". "Ehm, the social?!" She sounds confused now. "Lou, are you okay?". By now I am equally confused. "It's Wednesday? It's not Monday still?" I ask, starting to panic slightly. I'm starting to register the blood. I feel myself starting to hyperventilate and realise I don't have much time. "Belle" I say, "I think I need an ambulance". That is the last thing I say before passing out again. I vaguely remember her saying my name before I drop the phone on the floor. I can hear the worry in her voice, and I know help is on the way.
What happens over the next couple of hours is a bit of a blur. I'm not sure how she got in, but as I come around I see Belle's worried face, and I can hear Analeigh on the phone with the ambulance in the background. I can hear Belle telling Analeigh that I'm awake, but I feel myself drifting off again, despite both of them trying to get me to focus. I drift in and out of consciousness for the next couple of hours, although I have very little memory of it all. It's midnight before I regain full consciousness and stay awake.
"Lou, Lou, hey". I can hear the relief in her voice as I look up at her. Judging by the worried look on her face though, I know I must look dreadful. I soon learn that this is indeed the case. How are you feeling?" she asks. "I've been better" I say, but I can tell it doesn't quite have the effect I was hoping for. If I am being perfectly honest, I'm in so much pain, but I'm not dying (I think), so I don't want to worry them. She grabs my hand then, "What happened?" The thought hadn't yet crossed my ming, and I freeze at her touch. She must have seen the panic in my eyes before I even realise that I'm having a panic attack. "Hey, Lou. Look at me. You're okay. Just focus on your breathing. Slowly". I can feel Belle grabbing my other hand, but I try to focus on Analeigh's calm voice. She knows how to deal with this. I realise there is no point figthing it, it's going to be a full blown panic attack and I can feel my hands starting to go numb. I know I need to focus, ignore my rapid breathing and try to stay calm, but with the lack of oxygen to my newly concussed brain it's too much and I fall out of consciousness once more.
What happens over the next couple of hours is a bit of a blur. I'm not sure how she got in, but as I come around I see Belle's worried face, and I can hear Analeigh on the phone with the ambulance in the background. I can hear Belle telling Analeigh that I'm awake, but I feel myself drifting off again, despite both of them trying to get me to focus. I drift in and out of consciousness for the next couple of hours, although I have very little memory of it all. It's midnight before I regain full consciousness and stay awake.
"Lou, Lou, hey". I can hear the relief in her voice as I look up at her. Judging by the worried look on her face though, I know I must look dreadful. I soon learn that this is indeed the case. How are you feeling?" she asks. "I've been better" I say, but I can tell it doesn't quite have the effect I was hoping for. If I am being perfectly honest, I'm in so much pain, but I'm not dying (I think), so I don't want to worry them. She grabs my hand then, "What happened?" The thought hadn't yet crossed my ming, and I freeze at her touch. She must have seen the panic in my eyes before I even realise that I'm having a panic attack. "Hey, Lou. Look at me. You're okay. Just focus on your breathing. Slowly". I can feel Belle grabbing my other hand, but I try to focus on Analeigh's calm voice. She knows how to deal with this. I realise there is no point figthing it, it's going to be a full blown panic attack and I can feel my hands starting to go numb. I know I need to focus, ignore my rapid breathing and try to stay calm, but with the lack of oxygen to my newly concussed brain it's too much and I fall out of consciousness once more.
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