Wednesday, 10 June 2015
Thursday, 14 May 2015
Sunday, 12 April 2015
People tend to get on my tits a lot, mostly because I'm working in town and have a daily groan at those office type (I am also an office type, but brush past this) who push past you, don't hold doors open and have no manners generally speaking.
People also restore my faith in humanity and certain people make me smile, tons. I thought I'd gather a collection of things that perk me up, simply because it's the end of the weekend and a great few days.
1. People who listen to you and remember things you've told them. This is so underrated. Nothing worse than talking and pretty much seeing your words heading in one ear and out the other. Conversation with an open mind is one of my favourite things, be it as intellectual or as weird, I enjoy it.
2. Little surprises. Be it a friend or a family member or a lover just bringing you something they know you like. No reason for it - they just want to see you smile. Return the favour too, make sure kind gestures are reciprocated.
3. Strangers smiling at one another. It sounds count I know. I've always said people should treat each other the way drunk girls do in the toilets. 'You're hair looks great' 'I like your shoes' yes it may be daunting to approach a stranger but I've done it a handful of times, I'll more than likely never see them again and if someone looks good I'll tell them. (I won't go out my way to follow said stranger, there are limits to kindness haha)
4. Problem shared is a problem halved. I'm an over sharer and this isn't something I'm proud of and learning to cut down. But saying that, people who want to listen will listen and will advise.
5. Trips away, days alone and days shared. I love the idea of taking the weekend and using it so much it needs to clean itself with bleach. Three nights, two days. Make the most of your time with yourself and those around you. Be an opportunist. Adventure and make memories.
6. Comfortable clothing. Those are probably the two words that define the peak of my adulthood, my youth has just poofed away. Pyjamas and a glass of wine (maybe a foot rub too). Corr.
Wednesday, 31 December 2014
I haven't wrote in a very long time, Christ . It's not Christ's fault. It's mine. Let this post be the start of it. But I will be looking back at this year as quite odd yet most successful years, weird huh?
Blah blah anxiety blah. I'm sick of talking about just as much as friends are sick of hearing about it. It's all the acknowledgement and acceptance that has allowed it to consume my happiness (deep) but it's also helped me understand or at least try to that it doesn't define me. It's ALL about the mind. I've learnt a few tricks through studying and talking to people, control it and it can't hurt you. If you're there constantly talking about how sad you are and how shit things are, do you really expect a mental improvement? I've always been positive. Cup is always half full. Always. Even when moaning because like my hero Karl Pilkington says 'moaning is like a fart, you feel better once you let it out'. Anxiety is no laughing matter though and neither is mental health. Try not to be a c*nt and support where needed.
I have achieved a new job AND promotion this year so hooray for me. After years of bar work, which I look fondly back on like the one that got away, and applications after Interview after applications I got a big girl job. I like the 8-5 life although the, 5.30 wake up calls are dire in this weather/season.
I moved out of my lovely Hagley Road flat and back to Walsall on a temporary basis. I miss city life, bright lights. People walking into me and shouting 'excuse you' loudly all while hiding behind the biggest bloke around.
Overview of 2014 is a thank you for the lessons, thank you for the new friends and for the old friends and thanks for setting me up for a more than average year.
Start a new blog and write stuff ◻
Get fit. Healthy heart = healthy mind ◻
Move back to Birmingham city ◻
Start studying towards new career ◻
Get a hobby you bore ◻
Tuesday, 7 October 2014
Obsessive compulsive cleaners. I do enjoy trash documentaries, I do. Having suffered minor OCD as a child and on/off anxiety through teens to adulthood I'm forever speaking up for mental health awareness but this show does nothing but make the sufferers an entertainment piece.
Obsessive compulsive cleaner meets a hoarder, gets shown around their home while wrenching and slating the shit out of it. Yes a week old pan full of food is a bit rank but surely it's on the same spectrum as licking your toilet because it's looks so clean? Just because somebody is different it doesn't mean they are wrong.
All this show does, and hey I won't pretend I don't secretly enjoy it because people do fascinate me, is highlight quirks and how weird it may be to keep decades worth of typewriters or cry because there is a hair in your glass, it doesn't solve the underlying physiological issue. Rant over.
Monday, 6 October 2014
It's often said that life is journey of self discovery or some other bullshit like that. I love to hate quotes by the way. When I was young and I'd broken up with boyfriends I'd plaster my Facebook and BBM with indirect song lyrics and quotes thinking I was subtle, ha. Anyway...
At the tender age 24 I am still learning so much about myself. I'm becoming a sassy little bitch yet come across shy and reserved I think it's because i don't force my personality on people and I have started dislike those who do. I will talk to anyone and everyone but I won't try more than handful of times, sometimes you don't click with people. It's life. I don't let things get to me, I'm strong but I'm sensitive, I am a woman after all! I am happy though and surely that matters. Ambitious and pervy with a penchant for good rum.
Sunday, 29 June 2014
And why is it still considered wrong if a girl wants a casual sexual relationship but if a man does it than it's ok because it's the modern age and it's what everyone is doing. Who are these men having casual sex with then? Huh? HUH? When I've mentioned to friends it may be what I'm after I may as well have been lynched. Not multiple men. Just one man and one woman with a clear understanding of the get down. We all have needs until you feel the need to settle down.
Anyway, rant off my chest. No, this isn't an invitation. Unless you want it to be.