Three Amigos

I started this blog in a way to deal with what may have possibly been the start of symptoms for social anxiety. I was worried that I would have to deal with feelings of isolation, shyness, social awkwardness as well as depression for the rest of my life, hanging around me for the rest of my days. I’m in a course at university that I do not appreciate and my career path seems to be looking more dead than ever.

And, yet, now, I’m in my second year at university and looking back, I can safely say it is one of my most favourite years of existing as well as one that I will cherish for the rest of my life. When my life has its downs, I’m going to be looking back and being thankful for at least this year, this amazing year.

When I started writing this, I was sunk in my emotions, and not the good ones. I would feel sorry for myself and hang on all the bad things that would happen in my life. It was wrong. Yes, we all have bad times but just putting it out on this blank canvas for you guys to absorb is wrong. Yeah, sure, I kind of try to be inspiring at the end (not good at it but I try!) but it isn’t enough. I wanted to inspire people with this blog, show that there is good out there, right in front of your freakin’ face if you just stop and look and appreciate. I did, and not only did I realise what I had now, I started to realise what I’ve had since joining university. So, consider this entry No. 1.

3 years ago, I came to this University without any friends. So, I am grateful to the first three friends I made, when I came to my University. I’m gonna protect their identities, so I’m gonna name them after the Three Amigos: Lucky, Dusty and Ned. Now, bear in mind I haven’t watched the movie, so I don’t know what their personalities are like, I’m just using the names.

Dusty was the first friend out of these three that I met. I randomly sat next to him in a computer science beginners class and he was on it. I had no clue what the hell was going on, but he was all over it. Naturally, I was about to cry so I begged him for help. He was a really chill guy and seemed open to help and he did throughout the class. This was important for as I didn’t want uni students to be jerks and meeting this guy was able to help me realise that wasn’t the case. Dusty was able to help me come to terms with the fact that I might not have to be afraid of making friends in university and I’m going to remember that day he did that for me.

The next cool thing about Dusty was that he introduced me to Lucky and Ned. I had king of gotten to know Dusty by that point but he was still the only real friend I had made at that point. Lucky and Ned were equally cool guys, super chill and so easy to talk to. It was worth noting that we were a pretty diverse group as well as the fact we were taking different courses the next year, so we came to terms with the fact that for the one year we would be spending a lot of time with each other. The more I talked to these guys, the more I realised how people my age at uni were so cool. Ned had a great taste in music and couldn’t resist dancing when something good came on the radio in the bar. Lucky was a little more conserved but could crack a good joke and his wit was off the charts. We would take part in group projects throughout the year (thanks, Lucky, for taking that part a little more than the rest of us!). My best memories are always going to be playing pool in the bar, it was  pretty safe to say we single-handedly funded that table for the year, to the point the bartender told us how to work the thing for free!

They were some of the most eccentric and weirdest people I had met in my time at uni and I wouldn’t have wanted them any other way. They provided me with the company that would have changed my whole view of university if they hadn’t been there and paved the way to making more amazing friends over the next few years.

Thank you, my three amigos. 🙂

Author: HotCocoaAndPotatoSalad

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