You are the average of these 5 people

I've been trying to write this post for about a week now, but haven't had the time or the feeling to write. I started it and then something kept coming up or when I began to write I had writers block. I never knew writers block was a thing; just thought it was a something writers say when they are lazy or can't be bothered to write. So here it is: today's post.

Recently I spent a  while with a relative who I just about see once a year. He talked about success and reaching goals. He also mentioned something which just doesn't related to success and goals, but to self-improvement; the average of five.

He quoted Jim Rohn “You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.”

The rule or, well, idea of the five makes sense. It’s around the people you spend the most time with, where you adopt some of their habits and traits, whether good or bad.  The average of five does not always have to be five but just the people around you. These people can be friends or family or acquaintances. In my case I'm have four; well had four. These four are my good friends from university, people I would like to call my family. This family consists of an older sister, old brother, chilled out uncle and a super religious granddad. You must be thinking that I hang out with a bunch of weirdoes of all ages, but sadly no they all a similar age to myself. It's just the way I see them.

You may ask me how these four people have helped me to develop and reach my goals in life. For you to understand this I will need to take you back 5 years. I wasn't the most polite person, I was in your face and did swear a lot @&%$, wasn't the brightest bulb in the class and was, let's say, a bit immature.  Over the last 5 years these people have helped and challenged me to exce

They have also helped me become more polite and think before I say anything, well at least when in public, online is a different story. I became more calm and laid back rather than having a thousand things going through my mind and thinking of the past more than the present and future. Overall I feel I have matured and become a new person with my four.
A quick explanation of how each has helped me, I will talk about them more in later posts as they all will need a post each.

l in class and grades from first year university where I messed around and just about passed to leaving with what I think was a good grade.

The old sister has helped me be more polite and think before I speak
The big brother has helped me as a person, someone I just talk to about stuff
The laid back lazy uncle has helped me become more relaxed and not to think so much. I can't fully change as overthinking is just what I do, but now I do it a little less.
The granddad has helped me excel in my studies, after all he and I did fail our first assignment together. Anything but a fail from there was an improvement.

With the average of five, you as a person changes and so do the five. Like for myself I have now changed; I'm now working just like the rest of them and surrounded by different people therefore it's time to look for another five or four or three. Even though I wish I didn't have to.  These four I met at university will always be my best friends even if they are the people who I need at the moment to help me reach my goals. After all they are family and you can't really get rid of your family that easily.  At the  moment we aren’t talking much as they are all busy bees with work and marriage and some have moved out but I know if I make that one phone call saying I'm in need they will be there in a heartbeat

So this is MrU signing out. I will soon post a bit about each of my four idiot friends. Drop a comment below if you do get to the end and I hope you enjoyed reading.

Number 1

My posts are numbered from 1 to what ever number I get to. The reason for this is simply, I can't title a thought because if I could it would have a thousand different titles. This post could be titles: the girl I like, regrets, she asked a question....

Background.

I fall for the feeeemales easily but when I do fall, I fall hard. Falling for someone is like tripping over a curb with your face hitting the ground. Well for me atleast. My problem is that I'm so dam loud and confident in my normal life when it comes to the opposite sex where I like them more than just a friend I get shy. It's like being 13 again.

I have fall for this girl at university, MsS; well when I was a university. She has that smile that makes me go 'WOW', that laugh which makes me stop to gaze for a moment, and those eyes that tinkle especially when she smiles.  As you have gathered I pay attention to small details. Now the problem started. I fell for her and my friend also liked her. He told her and she said no but they are now best friends. I am just that guy who she chats to now and then. You know, the kinda dude who you know but not good friends with; that's me.

Now to the main bit, why I am thinking about her today. Recently I try to message her and call her but I fail miserably. We message each other now and then but never conversate on the phone, don't know why but she never wants to or does pick up. (I know I'm not stupid, she doesn't like me or anything, but I can't help myself).  Today she messages me about my Instagram pictures how they are "quite deep thoughts" and see if "everything is okay".  My Instagram is full of pictures with most of them being quotes about life, love and friendship.  As you may know I can't sleep a lot at night so I do find a few quotes on what I'm thinking about to share with the world. If I'm thinking about it so is someone else, that's my logic, it masks sense.

That comment she made about the quotes made me think of one I was going to post today.  

It was a meme; always tell people when you have feelings for them. Worst case scene is that you stopped being a pussy and got it off your chest. 

Few months back I wanted to tell her. It was the end of year ball and she looked like a 11/10 (yes she looked stunning). But I wasn't in the best of shape as I got drunk and was walking around like a douchebag with a bottle of champagne in my hand drinking the night away. I had it all played out what I was going to say to her also how I was gonna tell her that I like her. It was all planned out in my head.  Would you like to know what I had a planned in my head? Well... I was going to tell you anyway, you just got rhetorical questioned. 

The plan was... Ask her to dance; slow dance; while dancing gaze into her eyes while she looks back (I know cheesy as hell), I would look at the tinkle in her eyes where then she would smile (that smile she does which makes her look super duper cute). Follow by leaning in closer for a kiss her and whispering something romantic on that I would think of on the spot. (I should really write romantic Hollywood screen plays for romantic sense).

But instead she ask for a pic with me, where I hugged her and walk off after the photo like a drunken homeless dude in a really nice suit. All in all I did ask her if she wanted to go for lunch the next day, which she agreed to. The next day I was so shitty that I forgot I asked her and she reminded me about it few weeks later when she moved back home.

What has been eating my mind today is that I should have told her when I was at university with her.  Now she has moved back home, it is far and I don't want to tell her over a text or a phone call, where I don't know what to say.  If I ever do tell her, more like when I do pluck up the courage to tell her I shall report back.

This is MrU talking a little bit about MsS

About Me

Like every blogger, the readers would like to get to know the blogger.

You can call me MrU.  If you are reading this then welcome (wow someone is reading my blog) to my blog.  It’s nothing exciting just a little sight into my thoughts and what goes through my head.  Things, that rather telling someone about I type it out where no sense is actually made.

A friend told me to try this out, maybe because they are tired of hearing my go on and on and on about stupid drama, my stupid logic and my stupid life; but heyy I think they have a point.

So a little more about myself, some call me a douchebag, but that the persona I have, maybe because the people I care able I don't them to actually know I care, or maybe gives me an excuse to say stupid shit and get away with it.  You can decide on which one or if you have any other theories do give me a shout to I can understand myself a little better.  As they say, sometimes you need to hear it from someone else to believe it. What else to tell you, I'm from the UK, yep the United Kingdom, England, London, and if you want to find me good luck, I'm and expert at hide and seek.  Just graduated from University, would tell you what I studied but then you can narrow down who my true identity is and we can have the world know who MrU is as after all it is his thoughts and his private life.

Anything else.  Well you are to expect my thoughts; after all it is in the name "He Thought".  These thought may seem random and complicated as my brain, mind, head or whatever you want to call it thinks very vey differently to the outside world. My logic, thought process and problem solving is unorthodox with a set of orthodox rules I set myself.  Me as a person, I have principles or as I think of them as norms and ideologies that some agree with and others don't. However if you ask me to explain them I can't; I don't know why I can't but they are just imprinted thoughts in my heads that I have some how drummed up and believe.

Further information about me. I love movies, love TV shows and trying to get healthy.  Getting healthy is so dam hard and I cannot be bothered to do it.  I have three months to get that slim six pack body, and tomorrow is the day I start.  I will also give you updates on my weight, and if I actually make it to the gym or go for a run, or whatever people do to lose weight now-a-days.

Now you know a little about me and as you have gathered, even though English is actually and surprisingly my first language my spelling and grammar is ridiculously bad so don’t judge please, we are not all perfect. It can also be down to that I don’t do a draft and I don’t proofread anything I post, so good luck reading and understanding these random thoughts