So today is Australia Day. Great. In all honesty, I don't particularly care. I find it to be a bit like new year's eve, people make elaborate plans and build it up to be this gigantic event, and it's always a let down. I think it has become a bit of a contrived holiday and just an excuse to get pissed. But today I have something else playing with me anyway, my eyebrow piercing is infected. If you watched my Queenstown vlogs you may remember me saying in one that it was playing up and was a bit gross. (Warning the following sentences discuss puss). I woke up in the middle of the night there and was in the bathroom and noticed it was full of puss, so I cleaned it all out, hoping for the best. And after a week or so it got a lot better, not completely healed, but it was getting there. And then these last few days the puss has come back and it's swollen. So I'm desperately cleaning it regularly with a saline solution, antibacterial cleaner and betadine, hoping that it will take effect soon so that it stops hurting to blink and so that my mum (being the nurse that she is), won't make me take it out.
I haven't told this story simply to gross you out, I think I can use it as a metaphor for my life. When my piercing first got infected I was clueless as to the cause, but after closer thought and examination I think it was probably because of how carelessly I may have handled it over a number of weeks, not thinking to wash my hands first, and frequently changing the bar. This can be likened to different relationship issues that I've been facing lately. I've been shocked that various friendships with people in my life have drifted south and become messy and uncomfortable. I hate admitting that I ever have a part in relationship breakdowns, unless it is obviously my fault, so I'd put it down to 'drifting apart' and the different priorities that people have. Not acknowledging the catalyst or underlying issues. But as I stop and assess why things are the way they are, it is painstakingly obvious that things were irritable for a while before I bothered to acknowledge the existence, and when I did, I hoped it would sort itself out. But I've come to the realisation that I will have to make a change, regardless of how much it hurts or uncomfortable it makes me. Otherwise it will fester away and spread, and I'll only suffer more in the long run. One of my favourite quotes says;
"Holding a grudge is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die."ps. Catching up with Bee on Friday :) city date
Until next time fellow humans....
