Month: January 2014

On Happiness

8 in 10 people would describe me as “happy”. That’s what I learnt when I was 14. During a Personal Development day at school, we split into groups of 10 and were asked to write down one nice thing about everyone else in the group. At the end of the day, we each received an envelope of compliments, and 80% of mine read some variation of the statement “You’re always so happy! xoxox” I went home that day awfully flattered, (I guess that was the point of the exercise), and never really thought much about it. That is until yesterday, when I found this envelope tucked away in one of my old diaries. I re-read all these compliments, and found myself sitting on the floor of my bedroom thoroughly analysing what exactly it was about me that made my peers believe I was perpetually happy. Was it just an easy way of saying “I don’t really know you”? Was it because I was a giant dork who just really loved school? Or was it because …

Falls Festival

There are so many things to love about a music festival. There’s the four-wheel drives with mattresses and tents strapped to their lids, and there’s the road-trip soundtrack dancing in your ears as your stare out the window at the infinite road. There’s the deep-fried assortment of carnival cuisine which serenades you in the night and slaps you in the morning. There’s the gumboots and the raincoats and the facepaint and the guitars. The list goes on and on, and for the first time in my life I’m not romanticising. Falls Festival was everything you’d imagine and more. A Falls Bucket List written on the marquee, including 1. Kiss a boy (girl) with longer (shorter) hair than you. Falls was my first sleepaway festival, but I found myself feeling pretty prepared for what I was heading into. That’s the thing about living in the new age, even if you’ve never seen the Eiffel Tower or gone scuba diving with sharks, you can pretty much imagine what it’d be like. You can’t remember seeing an image of …