So many wankers, so little time

I OFTEN think about becoming a hermit. I didn't use to feel this way but I guess that is what living on the Gold Coast for 18 years will do to a person. 18 years...sweet Jesus, that sounds even worse when I type it. I have always been a bit anti-social as my girlfriend would attest, but I am becoming tempted to take it to the next step: I mean full blown pack up my shit, quit my job and comfortable life, throw my phone in to the bin and go live up in the mountains, on a beach or in some dark cave away from people. The whole kit and caboodle, baby.

Every day I find my overall faith in humanity being constantly questioned. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY IDIOTS? If not idiots, then wankers, bogans, pretentious try-hard posers or ignorant close-minded, intolerant tools without a brain. If you live or have lived on the Gold Coast, you especially know what I am talking about. As I said, I am sure I didn't use to be such a misanthrope. So what has changed? The answer is me; I have changed. And I regret nothing. As I get older, I find myself less capable of putting up with shit people. What is the point? Because I grew up on the Coast, I became almost unaware and immune of all of this around me. I just naturally thought everywhere was like this. IT IS NOT. When I grew up, finished high school, started thinking for myself instead of respecting all authority figures, I realised the GC is not normal and I was a wanker as well. And it wasn't entirely my fault - I was a product of the environment around me. But I changed, and I know many who have and never will. Yes, I am almost 24 and still living here. But am much happier now and just laugh at the copious amount of wankers that I am subjected to on a daily basis.

I long to move to Melbourne - a place I love with a passion that suits me to a tee - and am in the process of trying to get a job there next year. I remember being down there for the AFL grand final last year, which I was covering for the paper. I was in a bar in the city with a couple of other journo friends that I know. I couldn't believe how many easy going women would just come up to us for a chat. Now, I am very happily in a relationship and was not trying to pick up (I wouldn't even know how to!) and either were my friends, but it was quite amazing that so many women were just up for a casual conversation. Good luck trying to do that at a bar on the Gold Coast! Unless you are rich and have a BMW out the front or are willing to buy her and her equally pretentious, wanker friends shots all night just so they can brag that they "got so drunk but totally didn't have to pay for any of it!", you are shit out of luck. This didn't mean to be a huge whinge about the place I call my home. On the whole it is a beautiful place that offers a lot and I have had a lot of good memories - but what a shame it is predominately infested by rotten swine. Very GC? Fuck you!