Leygan’s View on Life

I thought I would start a blog on the weird and wonderful goings on in my life and the bubble in which I live. I have been inspired to do this for two reasons; firstly due to my very entertaining friend Lowry and secondly because a couple of weeks ago I filmed 2 hours of my night out. I’d always wanted to do this but was scared of what I might see or find, that aside I manned up and began recording. It caught everything from bad dancing, DMCs, drama, drunkenness, the inability to speak or walk, very bright strobe lighting to a mysterious staircase where an Irish friend was reciting her brothers CV off by heart before declaring she was going to the MTV Awards. Looking back at it, I was provided with both entertainment and horror at what occurs around me that I either don’t remember or am oblivious to. To allow me to remember the funny antics I get up to I shall try to record my thoughts and memories here which will also hopefully delve into the mysterious goings on around me.

Most of my friends refer to me as Leygan or Face, mainly because I can’t help but shout, “I LOVE YOUR FACE” at my friends, usually when I am frolicking around with my hands in the air. Leygan started as the mispronunciation of my actual name.

I tend to live life in the moment and am forever pushing myself to the limits of hardcore for tour, still going to work and pulling as many wildcards as possible. So far my record has been 23/25 nights.  I have an extreme urge to learn more, which means I am forever teaching myself new things with the panic I am missing out on something. I think too much and shout out the most random things, I would not be surprised if I actually had Tourette’s. I am ridiculously organised yet I do not have a life plan, I just try to be happy and follow as much of the Everybody’s Free to Wear Sunscreen song as possible.

Copyright © Leygan 2011.

Everybody’s Free to Wear Sunscreen

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 if I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, nevermind, you won’t understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded, but trust me in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind: the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts; don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy.  Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind.  The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (if you succeed in doing this, tell me how).

Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements. Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life.  The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of Calcium.  Be kind to your knees — you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t.  Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t.  Maybe you’ll divorce at 40; maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either.  Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body: use it every way you can.  Don’t be afraid of it or what other people think of it; it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions (even if you don’t follow them).

Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents; you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings: they’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.  Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders. Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you.  Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse, but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.  Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me, on the sunscreen.


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