7:40PM
On a standard morning, I’ll get up around 7am. I’ll have a shower and get dressed. My clothing consists of jeans and a shirt or t-shirt, and a leather jacket. This never changes except for Sundays. After that, I’ll make myself some breakfast, which is usually toast and marmalade. If I’m feeling adventurous, I’ll have some porridge. Following breakfast, I’ll travel downstairs to my study and get things in order for the day. I check my emails, and get in my car, and make my way to uni. If I leave before 8am, I can make it through Newmarket without having to go 40km/h.
Since I get to uni early, it’s fairly easy to find a parking space. I get my bag and walk from the road to the closest café. I get my usual coffee and head into the classroom. I’m usually there around 15 minutes early, and since the room is empty I read the newspaper. Between my arrival and the class starting, people will arrive for the class. When the first person walks in, I’ll look up from my paper. If they look at me, I’ll say a good morning, and go back to reading. Other people walk in throughout the period before the class, and all follow the same “Hey how are you” routine with each other, and in no time the room is filled with the sound of smalltalk. All this time, the only time I take my concentration off my newspaper is when I take a sip from my coffee. So then the class starts and I usually space out for the duration while they babble. Sometimes, the tutor will say those magic words “with the person next to you,” and it makes me laugh so hard inside to see the expression on the face of the person next to me, to see their disgust in having to actually talk to me. Throughout the entire time we’re “working together”, it’s so humorous to see their forced smiles and their pathetic attempts to mask their uncomfort. After the class has ended, I’ll make my way through the stationary classmates, chatting about various nightspots, or whether they’d like to get a coffee together. So when I finally get through them, and make my way out of the campus and back to my car, I check to see if I don’t have a parking ticket. When that’s all in order, I make my way home.
On my way home, I may go and check my post office box, or get some coffee from a local café. Back at home, I’ll check my schedule and see what work I have to do. So my late morning and afternoon consists of nothing more than daytime television intermixed between hours of lectures and study to complete. So at 6pm, I’ll go upstairs and have some dinner. After that, I’ll watch television until 7:30pm when I’ll go back downstairs to my study to do work for perhaps another hour. At 8:30pm, I’ll finish up in the study for the night, and go upstairs and watch television for the rest of the night. Somewhere around midnight I’ll switch the television off and lay in bed for perhaps an hour, thinking about the day and how I wish my life was better.
This standard day is a usual Tuesday, repeated on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Monday and Fridays are much the same, but I have not classes in the morning, so I’ll wake up around 8am, and fit in some more study before going out for coffee somewhere around 10am. On Saturday I’ll study from 11am until somewhere around 6:30pm. I’ll have dinner and watch some more television. Around 9pm I’ll take my parents into the city for their usual pub-crawl and meeting up with their friends, 90% of which are uni students, for a hard night of clubbing. While I wait for them to call me I’ll perhaps watch some more television or listen to the radio. My brother might need me to take him to his mate’s place for some late-planned house party. Continuing with my television/radio entertainment, I’ll get tired and fall asleep, only to be woken up around 3am by a phone call, telling me to pick my parents up from the city. On my way their, I’ll get another call from my brother saying he’s had enough, and wants to get picked up. So I’ll get my parents and take them home, them saying all the way how it’d be great if I could get a girlfriend, and how they’d like me to “go out and have some fun”. When I go to pick up my brother, he’ll be waiting for me there, get in the car, and ask if I can give a lift to some girl he’s picked up. Them being drunk and making out in the back of my car, I try to get her home as soon as possible. So by the time it’s 5am, I’ll be home and ready to finish up for the night. My family is very lucky I have no life.
Sunday morning I get up around 9am and go to Mass. Gives me a good chance to think about the way things are, and realise that if it wasn’t for the Church, my life would be utter shit. While everyone else and society rejects me, the Church welcomes me with open arms. And people wonder why I’m so religious. Sunday I usually do a lot of nothing, since I don’t work on Sundays. Sunday night, I prepare for the week ahead.
My parents usually do their clubbing routine on Thursdays and Fridays as well, and my brother needs numerous other random picking up from being out with his mates. Sometimes, I might "go out and enjoy myself". I might go to see a film, or go to the pub. It's funny you know. A lot of people think I'm an alcoholic because I go to a pub alone. Or think I'm a paedophile because I go to the cinemas alone.
Why do I live like this? Because I have no other choice.