Amusing title

This is my blog.

Read it, don't read it.

Comment on it or don't.

Follow me or run in the opposite direction.

Do what you want, see if I care. :D

x

So.. this is me then

My photo
Berkshire, United Kingdom
Not much point in writing about myself seen as how that's what my blog will be about but heres some background information: I'm blunt & direct and some people can't handle it. I don't sugar coat. Too many people around me have died or had awful things happen to them and so I've become somewhat immune to shock and sometimes seem cold towards others. I've had too much pain in my life to go out of my way to affect or hurt others. Life is too short and I don't ever want people to hurt or be scarred the way I have been. Life is better now than it has been in a long time and I think I'm finally learning to love, trust and live again.

Monday, 18 January 2016

Bad day

Today is not a good day. I feel sick, I have stomach cramps, I feel anxious, depressed, nervous, cold. 
I haven't moved from my bedroom except for breakfast.
I don't want to return any calls or messages & thought of communicating face to face with anybody right now fills me with dread. 

I hate feeling like this. 

It happens sometimes. 

It's part of me. 

I have a Pilates class this evening with a good friend to ease me back into an exercise regime, I'm kind of looking forward to it but am also scared of a new experience with strangers around me...

So I have to sort myself out before! 
I will watch some House on Netflix, have a bath, face mask, hair mask, make my hair look presentable, a little natural make up... 
Hopefully a bit of pampering will cheer me up. Sometimes if you make a little effort on the outside, it makes you feel a little better on the inside. 
It's all psychological... Right...? 

*sigh* 



Tuesday, 5 January 2016

The life of mine

Sometimes I get so caught up with observing life that I forget to take part...
Sort of like missing the cue in a play.

I watch as my acquaintances/family/friends have babies, get new jobs, go travelling, get married and so on.. They post their news in words and pictures on social media and I'm pleased for them - it's lovely to see people fulfilled & happy in their lives! 
I watch the comments appear on the posts:
"Congrats babes"
"Omg so cute!"
"Have fun! Missing you already!"
Etc...

I become engrossed in the love and well wishes being sent to these people who have reached a milestone and it warms my heart.

But I don't write a comment to them. I exit the post and move on.
It's not because I don't care, it's not because I'm not brimming with joy for them. 
It's because I simply forget that I am a part of it. Mentally I hear my thoughts "Good for you" and I smile. 
But still, I don't post. 

Is it rude? 
Should I feel obliged? 
Do people think I don't care? 
Have I become that antisocial? 
Do people notice?
Do people care that I've not said anything?
Is this totally mad?
Am I just flattering myself..?

It's not only social networking either.

It's also within every day conversation. 
I find myself watching the people I speak to, their mannerisms, their eyes, the way they breathe...

The conversation becomes less about what they are saying and much more about what they are not saying and I find it frustrating that I engage in so many insincere conversations with people because they are saying the opposite to what their body language is telling me! 

So yet again, I lose track of the verbal and miss the cue for my line in the play.

I find the insincerity & facade of life boring, pointless effort & an unnecessary necessity. 
Why does everybody do it?

Why do you all pretend? 

Life and everybody in it has become one long, boring act that I cannot escape. 
People are so predictable, it's pathetic. 
You all play your parts so well and you never break character.
You poor creatures.

I love when somebody breaks the mold! 
Spontaneous! Funny! Embarassing! Different! 
But then it turns out that is their facade and it becomes all too transparent & needy... 

Life is one long, boring act that I cannot escape.