I just don’t see why people feel the need to lambaste the guy; it doesn’t really serve any genuine purpose.
wha..!?
Either we are all sycophantic and pat him on his head and tell him what a clever doggie he is, leaving him, as you say, to get naff all business without ever really knowing the reason.. perhaps he gets jaded with the whole industry, thinks he’s wasted his life, and in a drunken moment he tries his first cigarette at a web designer and developer’s student dinner party, where his surly and listless demeanour is already getting noticed among his peers..
This leads him to feel his life is cheap, prompting him to have a puff on a joint to help ease the teenaged angst when he’s next staggering down to Devonport at closing time to visit his ‘girlfriend’.. The shame of his weak sexual technique melts away and suddenly he sees himself as a bit of a rebel, starts fooling around a bit and singing karaoke in the SU bar instead of studying.. maybe he gets behind on his dissertation..
Maybe next time he’s fumbling for the cash to pay his ‘girlfriend’ for the half an hour’s fun that she’s just given him, she offers him a joint that’s been pepped up with a bit of smack, and now that he’s a rock n roll hooligan he just knows that it’s a step in the right direction..
Soon he’s off the uni cycling team.. sold his bikes on the STW classifieds and is living in a Devonport bedsit too, scratching his skin til it bleeds while he shivers wrapped in a filthy duvet, wishing that the landlord would fix the broken window where flakes of snow waft in on the arctic winds to settle on the filth and broken dreams, amongst the detritus of his shattered addict lifestyle, another hollow cheeked, dead eyed statistic..
or..
he gets told that he needs to buck his ideas up a bit as his work is looking a bit shabby.. he takes it on board and gets an acceptable degree