Anyone that has been to Glastonbury Festival will know it's a marathon rather than a sprint. The five-day festival comes with highs (the music, atmosphere, sunshine, alcohol-fuelled happiness, and memories to last a lifetime) and some inevitable lows (the queuing and lack of sleep induced-grumpiness). It's mentally and physically gruelling but worth every second. And much like a marathon: you collapse at the end in a pile of sweat and exhaustion but would give anything to be back on Stone Circle watching the sunrise with your pals. This is the onset of The Glastonbury Blues.
But before you succumb to the urge of pitching up your tent in you back garden and sipping on a tepid leftover cider you found at the bottom of your rucksack, let it be known that you are not alone. Do any of these Glasto Blues symptoms sound familiar?
The tapping of keyboards, the work chatter, the hum of the kettle; everything feels odd when you're not lying on the grass, covered in glitter while watching Hacienda Classical do their thing.
Work emails? Adult responsibilities? Brushing your hair? But I was dancing to Chic in the sunshine literally two days ago. LEAVE ME ALONE.
Cries of "take me back", "I can't believe it's over" and endless 😭😭😭 emojis are filling your phone.
You'll toy long and hard with the prospect of throwing away that funny-looking stone you picked up as a souvenir on Stone Circle. You don't need it, and it'll sit in your drawer gathering dust. OH BUT THE STONE.
You don't know who you're betraying, but the feeling is unshakable.
You've spent the last week sleeping on the floor and drinking cider for breakfast. Normality feels like a distant dream.
Even those annoying Bristol lads who camped across from you and threw up on your tent. OK, not quite, but it's time to book a reunion.
