To add to things I have to change
1)Smoking - Quit
Being caught out by a family member like a naughty teenager (when you are 25) is not a good feeling.
And to add to this to be told that your deceased Grandparent will be turning in her grave, is also not a nice feeling.
2) Let things go
Why is it that we muddle through our heads what has just happened over and over again till we feel physically sick. I would have wanted to opt for the OFF button if I'd had the choice when it comes to excessive and debilitating thought processes.
3) Stop wearing my glasses as much
I've found that I forget to take my glasses off. Which inadvertantly leads to me being within an inch of the computer screen screwing my eyes up like some doddery OAP.
4) Do more exercise
Hopefully quitting smoking is going to aid in my return to the world of healthy and fit individuals. I used to swim for Manchester. I could do lengths upon lengths, namely 200 as a warm up. However I can now not stand being in a chlorinated bag of other peoples bodily juices (and in many cases waste products) Dodging USED fabric and Fireman Sam plasters in the pool.
Which leads me now onto my new found interest in extreme sports.
To do list....
Learn to Surf/kite board
Get into Rock climbing
Horseriding lessons
Avoid the swimming pool at all costs
Keep up with kickboxing
This list will be completed!!!!
Friday, 20 August 2010
Thursday, 19 August 2010
Momentary self loathing
A friend of mine has inspired me to post on the blog! I'm sure nobody even reads this blog, if they were to, I think I may feel slightly more important.
The trouble with me I have found over the last few weeks, is that I have an all encompassing want for recognition. I've come to notice that we all seek to be noticed.
I've struggled with concepts that we are all equal, I struggle with the ever-looming line that "life is what you make it." I trample on people who try to tackle my wisdom, I'm self righteous, and believe in my own self importance. I've also become a tax consultant as of late, and have to deal with people who are like me. Which I am noticing is not a nice way to be in fact....
I recently encouraged a friend of mine to go for a job interview with my company. Within an hour she has been offered the job and was all set to go. However, we did not plan for a previous employer of hers to come up with an offer that far superseded anything a small consultancy could conjure up and she had to let the job with us go. I was sitting in a beer garden with her shortly after her turning down the role, and we were discussing her now life plans. Overwhelmed by her stroke of luck she spoke about her plans and where her life was going. As a result I soon began noticing how little my life is providing me with currently. and I began to cry. Bless her, Franky being completely confused as to why I'm upset sat me down for a little bit of girl-to girl mothering.
Out spilled the above, and I explained that even though I am a director of a company, I am not happy. I don't know where my life is going and I'm very much not ready to grow up yet. See my friend, Franky has it all, a loving driven boyfriend, and future career in London, and a home of their own. I however have a directorship, a loving but not so driven boyfriend, and I live at home with my parents. To add to this my passion for singing has taken a back seat - which I'm not happy about, but it just seems so difficult to balance this crappy sensible existence with one that will bring me music and laughter.
The only difference I can see between me and Franky is the boyfriend, the job and the house. So I had to assess my life. Discussed the lack of motivation with the boyfriend, and seriously considered moving out of the consultancy (once my bonus has come through of course) and consider doing something that is going to make me incredibly happy and work on the house matter later.
looking at your life is simple...but the acting to make a change within it is the difficult part. Let the fun begin...
The trouble with me I have found over the last few weeks, is that I have an all encompassing want for recognition. I've come to notice that we all seek to be noticed.
I've struggled with concepts that we are all equal, I struggle with the ever-looming line that "life is what you make it." I trample on people who try to tackle my wisdom, I'm self righteous, and believe in my own self importance. I've also become a tax consultant as of late, and have to deal with people who are like me. Which I am noticing is not a nice way to be in fact....
I recently encouraged a friend of mine to go for a job interview with my company. Within an hour she has been offered the job and was all set to go. However, we did not plan for a previous employer of hers to come up with an offer that far superseded anything a small consultancy could conjure up and she had to let the job with us go. I was sitting in a beer garden with her shortly after her turning down the role, and we were discussing her now life plans. Overwhelmed by her stroke of luck she spoke about her plans and where her life was going. As a result I soon began noticing how little my life is providing me with currently. and I began to cry. Bless her, Franky being completely confused as to why I'm upset sat me down for a little bit of girl-to girl mothering.
Out spilled the above, and I explained that even though I am a director of a company, I am not happy. I don't know where my life is going and I'm very much not ready to grow up yet. See my friend, Franky has it all, a loving driven boyfriend, and future career in London, and a home of their own. I however have a directorship, a loving but not so driven boyfriend, and I live at home with my parents. To add to this my passion for singing has taken a back seat - which I'm not happy about, but it just seems so difficult to balance this crappy sensible existence with one that will bring me music and laughter.
The only difference I can see between me and Franky is the boyfriend, the job and the house. So I had to assess my life. Discussed the lack of motivation with the boyfriend, and seriously considered moving out of the consultancy (once my bonus has come through of course) and consider doing something that is going to make me incredibly happy and work on the house matter later.
looking at your life is simple...but the acting to make a change within it is the difficult part. Let the fun begin...
Monday, 2 November 2009
Cycles
I have been invited out to Thailand by an old friend of mine who is right now my guardian angel
I haven’t seen Crispin in over 4 years..and there he is in his spanking red truck, with the biggest Crispin smile :)
"Lexi it's so nice to hear your voice again," it has been so long though. 4 years without speaking. I met Crispin whilst I was at university, and had just moved on from Manchester a very unhappy person.
It was the first week at uni, good old freshers week and I came across Crispin and Julz in this wee club in the basement of an old pub; them with their cheeky smiles and me and Kelly with our equally smouldering glances.
What the next 3 years was going to be like would test not only my courage, but my heart, mind and soul...little did I know just how difficult it was going to be.
Myself and a friend of mine we named Irish Tommy left the club and went on to Crispin's house, his den...smokey and new...appealing...but also unnerving...eyes watching..judging and figuring me out. You see, me and Crispin had a "thing," a barrier uncrossed, as I was at the time with my boyfriend Alex. Me and Crispin never went further than a kiss I don't think...god this brings back memories. The pain I felt when telling Alex I liked someone else, the pain of Crispin not wanting it now, all reminds me of my present situation.
You see I fell for somebody in only 3 weeks, hook line and sinker, and it all came to an end only 4 days ago. Me breaking it off with my ex, and getting into a new state of affairs with somebody else to only have it sink.
I'm sorry if I'm jumping from point to point but this is just to get it all out of my head like I've needed to. It seems to me that there are relationship cycles..one that you can get stuck on. You know when you look at a young couple, her pushing the baby, him with a fag 'angin out his mouth, swaggering down the road. They’re both screaming at each other, the child with a sticky lollipop in her hand, and a coat that makes her head shrink into her shoulders. She looks completely unnerved by the whole thing event, but also that she is never truly happy.
And the mother of the child keeps on getting with same men, in fact after this jobby shes with now, she gets with another one, and has baby Darren, and next year she’s getting engaged to Gary, but to her dismay he fucks off with a shelf stacker in tescos “Just my luck.” Then there was Dave who was a road worker, he was well good in bed! But then he seemed to go off me…what did I do…You getting the picture here people? Cycles?
So how do we break them? It seems that if I really like someone, I push myself onto them, you have to want it too, how can you not when I feel so strongly about you?
Now why would be this be? Why is the same old thing happening, that I want someone so much and this pushes them away. Is it because they can feel I've been emotionally hurt, and they don't want to risk doing the same...or is it that I keep meeting the wrong person?
Crispin put up with all of my pushyness, he dominated me, which I don't often let happen, and it scared me...it's that sense of vulnerability that scares me...where I'm exposed, and my heart is but a millimetre away from getting pricked. My stomach churns, my head twirls...and very often.. I run away. On this occasion with Kyle I didn't run away...4 days into the relationship I was starting to get panicky moments, “this is too quick!” I don't know if I'm ready...but I sailed through it everytime I looked at his face. I trusted him not to break me. He pinky promised… (sad isn’t it?)
Mummy says don't close down your heart, Crispin was saying become colder, it helps...where is the mix in all of this? How do we break the cycle?
I haven’t seen Crispin in over 4 years..and there he is in his spanking red truck, with the biggest Crispin smile :)
"Lexi it's so nice to hear your voice again," it has been so long though. 4 years without speaking. I met Crispin whilst I was at university, and had just moved on from Manchester a very unhappy person.
It was the first week at uni, good old freshers week and I came across Crispin and Julz in this wee club in the basement of an old pub; them with their cheeky smiles and me and Kelly with our equally smouldering glances.
What the next 3 years was going to be like would test not only my courage, but my heart, mind and soul...little did I know just how difficult it was going to be.
Myself and a friend of mine we named Irish Tommy left the club and went on to Crispin's house, his den...smokey and new...appealing...but also unnerving...eyes watching..judging and figuring me out. You see, me and Crispin had a "thing," a barrier uncrossed, as I was at the time with my boyfriend Alex. Me and Crispin never went further than a kiss I don't think...god this brings back memories. The pain I felt when telling Alex I liked someone else, the pain of Crispin not wanting it now, all reminds me of my present situation.
You see I fell for somebody in only 3 weeks, hook line and sinker, and it all came to an end only 4 days ago. Me breaking it off with my ex, and getting into a new state of affairs with somebody else to only have it sink.
I'm sorry if I'm jumping from point to point but this is just to get it all out of my head like I've needed to. It seems to me that there are relationship cycles..one that you can get stuck on. You know when you look at a young couple, her pushing the baby, him with a fag 'angin out his mouth, swaggering down the road. They’re both screaming at each other, the child with a sticky lollipop in her hand, and a coat that makes her head shrink into her shoulders. She looks completely unnerved by the whole thing event, but also that she is never truly happy.
And the mother of the child keeps on getting with same men, in fact after this jobby shes with now, she gets with another one, and has baby Darren, and next year she’s getting engaged to Gary, but to her dismay he fucks off with a shelf stacker in tescos “Just my luck.” Then there was Dave who was a road worker, he was well good in bed! But then he seemed to go off me…what did I do…You getting the picture here people? Cycles?
So how do we break them? It seems that if I really like someone, I push myself onto them, you have to want it too, how can you not when I feel so strongly about you?
Now why would be this be? Why is the same old thing happening, that I want someone so much and this pushes them away. Is it because they can feel I've been emotionally hurt, and they don't want to risk doing the same...or is it that I keep meeting the wrong person?
Crispin put up with all of my pushyness, he dominated me, which I don't often let happen, and it scared me...it's that sense of vulnerability that scares me...where I'm exposed, and my heart is but a millimetre away from getting pricked. My stomach churns, my head twirls...and very often.. I run away. On this occasion with Kyle I didn't run away...4 days into the relationship I was starting to get panicky moments, “this is too quick!” I don't know if I'm ready...but I sailed through it everytime I looked at his face. I trusted him not to break me. He pinky promised… (sad isn’t it?)
Mummy says don't close down your heart, Crispin was saying become colder, it helps...where is the mix in all of this? How do we break the cycle?
Sunday, 1 November 2009
Oh me on my oh me oh my oh. Din't want to call EVEYONE down the pub a bunch of c*nts.
Saw him, missed him, made him feel small , pissed Kyle ....
Cali "Shall we take you home"
Alex " No I like being here"
Kyle "Please take her home befoe she does something stupid"
Alex " Like what?"
*Fastforwards 60 seconds*
"You're all FUCKING c*nts"
Ohhhh well done Alex!
Must be mad, even though he looked and felt like death I still want him...still like him...wanted to kiss him.
When you're hurt...you lash out....you got everything wrong....you feel like ...END
Saw him, missed him, made him feel small , pissed Kyle ....
Cali "Shall we take you home"
Alex " No I like being here"
Kyle "Please take her home befoe she does something stupid"
Alex " Like what?"
*Fastforwards 60 seconds*
"You're all FUCKING c*nts"
Ohhhh well done Alex!
Must be mad, even though he looked and felt like death I still want him...still like him...wanted to kiss him.
When you're hurt...you lash out....you got everything wrong....you feel like ...END
Saturday, 31 October 2009
Made a change
Sometimes life throws you a curve ball and it's how you hit back at it that depends on where you're going to go...roads split everyday. You've taken the perfect path, everything is just PERFECT..the birds are twittering above..leaves are gently spiralling to the ground and a dragonfly, the most beautiful you've ever seen does a little twirl for you. But what's that? Brambles? Mud? eurrgh and it's getting muddier " Tissues!"
Or there is the other road ....loads of bloody brambles everywhere..that one over there in particular is now stuck in my f*cking leg...bastard f*cking c*nting ...brambles!!!
"I So should be at home playing on Sega!" *hmmph*
Getting further along though now...your Dad is merrily dragging you through the thick black mud...Mum beaming.."isn't it NICE that we all get to come outside, be together, and get some fresh AIR??"
"NOO-OO!"
I WAS you see the moodiest, most intolerable Kevin-like teenager ever to live, who I may add on this particular Saturday morning was packed off in the spluttering SAAB to the lake district. Looking like something out of a lesbians Swedish dream (the comfortable shoes type) the blue halter neck doing wonders for my under developed breasts and those memorable awful brown hiking boots!
"Oh Alexandra...DO be quiet.. you always have a nice time in the end..." and sure enough, out of the other side of the brambly path opened up a dell a fairy would be proud to own.
Much is my current circumstance turning out to be the serenity to brambles. You've opened up finally..(been a while) heart on sleeve action...and it ends up getting pricked...you're heart now looks and feels about as pert as a deflated party balloon. Anticlimaxes are what make us strong. To realise who you are ...makes you stronger...to pick yourself up...makes you proud...so if you are struggling with this one..remember who you are ..be strong and proud :)
Or there is the other road ....loads of bloody brambles everywhere..that one over there in particular is now stuck in my f*cking leg...bastard f*cking c*nting ...brambles!!!
"I So should be at home playing on Sega!" *hmmph*
Getting further along though now...your Dad is merrily dragging you through the thick black mud...Mum beaming.."isn't it NICE that we all get to come outside, be together, and get some fresh AIR??"
"NOO-OO!"
I WAS you see the moodiest, most intolerable Kevin-like teenager ever to live, who I may add on this particular Saturday morning was packed off in the spluttering SAAB to the lake district. Looking like something out of a lesbians Swedish dream (the comfortable shoes type) the blue halter neck doing wonders for my under developed breasts and those memorable awful brown hiking boots!
"Oh Alexandra...DO be quiet.. you always have a nice time in the end..." and sure enough, out of the other side of the brambly path opened up a dell a fairy would be proud to own.
Much is my current circumstance turning out to be the serenity to brambles. You've opened up finally..(been a while) heart on sleeve action...and it ends up getting pricked...you're heart now looks and feels about as pert as a deflated party balloon. Anticlimaxes are what make us strong. To realise who you are ...makes you stronger...to pick yourself up...makes you proud...so if you are struggling with this one..remember who you are ..be strong and proud :)
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