After re-reading my last few posts I've been, quite literally, squirming in my chair. Whilst said posts were complete stream of consciousness ramblings, and I do want to write as honestly as I can about how I am feeling...yuk, it just made me feel self indulgent and melancholy. I wonder though, is it just because I fear that people will judge me that way, that I worry? Is that last sentence just an incredibly bad attempt to seek reassurance from those who read my little ol' blog? Do I think too much about things that really don't bear thinking about? Did Lily Allen really feel hurt by footballer's wife extroadinaire, Cheryl Tweedy's comments about her? Is it wrong to wonder about Lily Allen's state of mind?
Plus, when I look back at the sort of person I was when I was 28, I definitely want to think I was much more kick arse than falling prey to a fractured heart!
Oh, weird side thought, could we all re-write our own histories before they even happen? I know some stoner conspiracy theorists that would love to hypothesise that one.
Anyway, a bit of a rubbish day, but hey, we all have them. M is behaving like a royal prick towards me and I'm tired & sad. I have all but made up my mind that it is time to go home and get myself in to a more happy and positive state of mind.
If I am being really honest with myself, the writing has been on the wall for a really long time. He is not very nice to me. And, as much as I like to think that I'm stronger than to fall prey to my past, right now, that is exactly what I'm doing. My mother once said to me, "Your grandmother sat at the kitchen table every night wondering why your grandfather wanted to drink more than be with her, as did I with your father, don't let the same thing happen to you". Who know's, maybe at some point in the future he'll be different, but right now, that doesn't matter.
I'm going to be kick arse.
The road to being kick arse requires some respite in the form of sitting on the sofa watching some bad tv. This evening's bad tv came in the form of Channel 4's, "Virgin School". Yes, it followed one man's journey to sexual emancipation with the help of an intimacy clinic in Amsterdam. I don't believe in censorship, and the program was interesting in a strange way, but that poor bastard is going to be completely bollocked by the less sensitive men and women of the British public, and that ain't cool.
About Me
- Luli
- London, United Kingdom
- I am a 28 year old Australian girl. A ridiculous and incurable romantic I follow my heart more than my head, far more often than is good for me. I've lived in London for 4 years. I've worked in Africa, lived in Paris and work as a legal officer for charity organisations. I have a particular interest in homelessness and indigenous rights.
3 comments:
You are kick arse.
Nothing self-indulgent about the last post. It's your blog so get your feelings out.
And there is nothing wrong with mindless fluff like Lily Allen and bad tv! You can't be out splitting the atom every second of the day! And even if you could, what a yawn that would be :-)
Decide what you want and make it happen. And I too didn't think your last post was self-indulgent. Sometimes we need to write about what we feel. And if M is treating you badly....remember, life's too short for that bs.
Delphine
we are not black or white, most of life is in the greys, so you can be self indulgent and interesting at the same time, sad and powerful.
You are not your grandmother, or your mother and you are NOT going to have this kind of relationship. Get out now. xxxxxxxxxx
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