The Talk

There is this guy - let us call him R. He volunteers at the foodbank on Sundays and I used to volunteer with him. However he came in on a Friday and he asked me about Uni and when I told him I was going Warwick, he was like, come on Sunday and I will help you with stuff.

The entire of today I was dreading turning up. It would be awkward, I told myself. I talked to him yes, but never like a proper conversation. I turned up anyhow because he had been adamant about me coming in. He said at least three times and that isn't even exaggeration.

I turned up anyhow and we went outside and talked. It was an interesting conversation. He started off asking me if I have had everything sorted with accommodation and finances and then suggested that I get a job and asked me if I had been there. Then he asked why I wanted to go outside London and I sort of gave him the half truth - my wish of independence and my parents not agreeing with my choice of subject.

Then he asked me about societies. What I am interested in and what about them interests me and so we talked about the use of drugs to treat conditions and then we talked about whether the welfare state is the best decision. Then he probed me about my motivation academically. I intended to give him vague crap about wanting do well for the sake of it but he sort of knew already that there is more to what motivates me than simply wanting to do well. So I ended up being honest without realising that I was doing so.

And also he invited me out with his friends. One went Warwick and one I met briefly on Friday. He suggested that we go somewhere fancy in Central London and sort of celebrate me going to uni.

I thought it would be super awkward but he was really nice and he listened to what I said and sort of actually cared about what I said which was quite cool. At the end, he told me that he told me to come in the first place because when he was applying to Uni, he didn't have anyone to sort of tell him how everything goes. Also he felt sort of connected to me because he knew that I did academically well and thought that other people may not sort of understand me.