this weekend i have been encouraged by my dad into thinking about getting my act together, moving out and growing up basically. now, i’ve always sat back and admired those who had direction in their life from an early age, those who knew what they wanted to do, how they wanted to do it and even who they wanted to do! but i’ve never been like that, it’s only a happy coincidence that i manage to wake up every morning because i certainly don’t plan to do so.
i never had a dream of being anything as a child, the only thing i really wanted to be was a footballer and now that has passed me by, so much so that it’s hard to watch 16/17 year olds playing on the big stage whilst i sit on my arse playing my xbox 360 every night, thinking i’m the dogs bollocks cause i’ve beat some 11 year old kid 4-0 on fifa or something.
i guess we all have our simple pleasures but then how simple would it have been to have just turned left that day, instead of right?
i guess it’s all very sliding doors, it’s all karma, fate or whatever you want to say but we’re all made of the same shit. skin, bones, rudey bits, hair, dirty thoughts, talents and what not, so why do people end up as multi-million pound footballers and others end up like me, doing pretty much nothing of interest?
nature, nurture whatever it may be. everybody has a choice. i’m only here because i chose to be and nothing else around me has affected me and my decisions because i’m the one who has made the decision to be where i am today.
i know that i’ll be somebody someday, i also know that i’ll hope to be nobody one day but right now, this very second… my name’s connor quigley, i’m 21 years old and i’m pretty happy where i’m at.
fuck change.
p.s i love and respect my dad more than anybody in the world. if i turned out to be half the man he is, i’ll be very lucky and so will my future kids, who write blogs like this on their super 3D flying computers that make you breakfast and shit like that
