I think people write blogs for many different reasons, for me, I'm doing a Journalism Degree, and this blog is the only outside-of-lecture 'experience' that I'm gaining so far. Amongst the nosy, loud, confident, aspiring journalists with their radio jobs and reviewing, you could say I feel a bit like a 'fish in air'. See, a clever little, almost, joke already. Maybe I'm a natural!
Anyway, my thought of today is this; is it the size, the character, the infrastructure of a city, that makes it great? Or the people that populate it? Coming home from University, I thank God for the king-sized Topshop in my home town, but then, going out that night reminds me of the idiots that plague it. Whereas, at University the City is surrounded by students and "normal" people.
I've kept my job at home, and most of it entails standing and staring at the people walking by (whilst polishing, of course), and it depresses me, looking at all of the pregnant teenagers waddling past. If it wasn't for this, I could maybe be proud of where I come from. Home isn't that bad a place, I mean, it is home, it's just that venturing out of my house is always coupled with the fear of getting beaten up.
My main motivation for writing this blog is the awful feeling of my skin still crawling. Middle-aged men usually stay at home with their wives at this time of night. But no, not in Doncaster. They feel the need to go out and stare at girls. Whilst spilling their pint over my foot.
I wonder if it's the University that means I feel like I fit in more here, as the city is over-run with students, instead of foul-mouthed unemployed drug addicts. Yes, that is harsh, and maybe quite generalised, but if you live where I lived for 9 years, too, you wouldn't be able to prove me wrong.
That's all. Anger vented. As much as I love it, the king sized Topshop doesn't quite make up for the dreaded feeling I get when visiting home.
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