1. Vomit.
I was replying to all the comments to my last post when I realised how much I vomit out my crap onto this site.
Okay, that wasn't particularly eloquent.
What I meant was that I purge...nope...that's about vomit too...lol.
I type out all the crap, the thoughts, in my head so that it doesn't have to stay in my head.
I vent.
That's what this is for.
And what I mean by that is that I'm really okay.
I have worries, and I rant, and then I'm fine.
And I'm amazed how resiliant we all are. We can have so much crap thrown at us. I read each of your blogs and you all have had to deal with heartache and loss and frustration and you're all stronger because of it.
So my rants aren't just about me feeling sorry for myself. They're my way of dealing with things. My way of dealing with a crazy last 12 months I never saw coming.
Thanks for all your comments, btw. Hugs to you all. x
2. Bananas.
Today I ate a banana.
I haven't had a banana since the cyclone (hurricane) killed off the crops months and months ago, but today, I got me one. Yay! Hmmmm. Sure it was just a small one - those big, fleshy ones just aren't around - but it was a real banana!
It was in the fruit bowl at work. There's been a new one there each day all week and I've missed out each time - always seeing someone with some smug look on their face saying "I got the banana!" But today, I was first at the fruit bowl. I grabbed it, stuffed it into my handbag and took it home to share with Hubby.
What is the world coming to when bananas are such a precious commodity?
3. Stalking.
I just spent half an hour on the phone chatting to someone we lived with in our apartment block. He must really miss me and I really regret giving him our new home number. At first, he was just calling to chat about the apartment and the plumbing that needs to be done and, as I'm chairperson of the management (body corp.) committee for the apartment block (don't ask me how I get roped into these things), he'd call to discuss quotes etc.
But now he calls to chat.
Everyday.
And he has my mobile number too.
And I can't get him off the phone.
I was thinking of Kira's list of neighbours from her apartment and I have a new category. The one who wont leave you alone even after you've moved out of the apartment block!
4. Idol.
I miss Bobby Flynn.
I love how he strums his guitar, his lovely voice - and he's the only one who wrote a decent song. I really didn't like the other contestants' original works that much, but Bobby's is still in my head.
Maybe he'd still be in the competition if he looked like Dean. Whenever I look at Dean, I feel like an old perve, but he's just so cute. I didn't like him at the start because he seemed like just some prettyboy - but he's not bad. Not bad at all. *drools*
4 comments:
There's just something really therapeutic about purging everything in writing. When you do it on a blog, you have an audience who will usually empathize and support your as you give yourself a pep talk. (I believe you called it that on an earlier blog. i loved that way of thinking of it.) In a lot of ways, just sharing things with someone somewhere helps you get it into perspective and feel better about it. And when someone leaves you a supportive comment, it helps you see that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. You've always been great about doing that for me. =o)
Anyway, glad you finally got a banana! (And you took it home to share with hubby. No wonder he adores you so!)
Maybe you're just on of those people who other love to talk to?
Bananas are one of the only fruits here that are cheap.
10 dollars for a very small bunch of not very nice grapes is just not cool! I once made a 100 dollar fruit salad when I was here as a uni student....I was like "fuck it Im going to have a fruit salad!"
Then again you made me realize how lucky I am to still have bananas (and when they are out, while expensive, strawberries are fantastic here)
Gd luck getting the banana tomorrow as well!
Oh man...I don't like the new category of apartment dwellers, but I had one of those when I moved away from my undergraduate town. There was a physics PhD student who lived next door to me, and we talked. I thought he just liked me as a friend as he knew I had a boyfriend. Oh hell, I was wrong...and I didn't figure it out until I had moved back home and had already given him a phone number and forwarding address!!!! Ack!
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