Okay, so the big social place near where I live is a big 'shopping town' (different to a shopping centre somehow) called Westfield
It's full of 9 year olds trying to look like 13 year olds trying to look like 16 year olds trying to look like 18 year olds trying to look their own age, but older than 16 year olds.
It's a centre for bitching and weekends and smoking outside no-smoking signs.
So why do I go there?
*shrug*
It's something to do.
They just recently replaced Angus & Robinson's bookstore with the clothing store Dotti which is just trying to copy Supre over the way, and they have now closed down the Body Shop.
This world... is rotting.
Extra awesome points if you get that reference.
A friend once asked me on Facebook why I went to Westfield, with the connotations of, "It's full of bitches, why waste your time there?"
The good thing about Facebook is that you have time to think up replies.
The best I could do was, "I like the testers in the Body Shop."
After some thought, I've figured out why I enjoy Westfield.
It's all about who you're with.
Westfield is a place full of stuff, and although the stuff may be intended for alternate purposes, they can be whatever you want them to be.
Westfield can be shopping with your friends and boyfriend, comparing oneself to models and generally strutting what you don't have.
Westfield can also be helping yourself to your friend's gelato, playing gay in front of old guys and falling all over every single bed in David Jones.
Westfield isn't inherently a bad place.
It's the people around you who decide how much fun you have.
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And, boy, do we have fun playing gay and jumping on those relaxing, spine straightening beds.
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