Keeping Up With Your Sanity

 

Uh-oh. Heuston we have a problem, well I don’t see it as a problem. The very thing that struck me down for six months of this year is back again and this time with a vengeance. During the months of February to July, it  brought me to new heights and crushed my bank account. I see it has a blessing, my mom sees it as a curse. To put you out of your misery I’ll tell you what it is that has my heart going 90 and my feet unwilling to stay still. Concerts.

 

With six concerts to my name in the space of six months, one might say that I am obsessed.And I agree with you, I am. For me, there is nothing like it. The roaring crowds, the sweaty faces, the sweet tones of the performer. What a combo. Surprisingly, the anticipation I feel for concerts has a few similarities to what I feel towards the LC.

 

For example, on the lead up to concert, dates and times move painstakingly slow, a la the last class on Mondays and Fridays. But then when the day comes, the two hours of delight pass by in what feels like seconds. Similarly, half days/ evenings/ midterms are all in a blur. On a serious note where did October midterm go? And how the hell do I get it back???

 

Most of all, the moment after the concert is my favourite. The time before post concert depression kicks in, when you are loving life and can never imagine how you lived before getting covered in mud whilst jumping to “Can’t Hold Us”. Equally after a test or exam it is difficult to remember the bullets you sweated and the mini fights you had with yourself. You know the ones, the one side of your brain singing “study study study” and the other side going “I wonder if anything monumental happened on Instagram in the last five minutes, I better check before humanity is destroyed.”

 

What I am trying to say, is that we all need something to get over the line. And concerts are my personal saviour. The memories of beats burning through my eardrums gets me through the silence of pathways of photosynthesis. The photos and videos of concerts gone by get me through every God-damn Sraith Pictiúr. The prospect of future concerts (McBusted, The Script anyone?)  gets me through the idea of watching Othello for two hours. We all need something, anything to keep you from LC gnawing at your brain. Sport, reading, music, chatting, shifting, rollerblading… whatever it is, identify it and try to squeeze it into your schedule fairly regularly. All I will say is to be safe and make good choices. Feel free to let your freak flag fly because I guarantee you, it keeps me sane through this whole LC thingy-majiggy (if I was even ever sane to begin with says you).

 

Until next week ;) Xx

Something that made me happy this week...

All the happenings of the midterm and reminiscing of concerts gone by *sigh*