My status update from Facebook, Friday 20th March 2015 (yesterday night):
Dramatically tripped over my own feet in the car park this evening
(after dance class, no less). A lady walked pass and, clearly convinced
that I was drunk and about to drive legless, tutted and gave me the
evils. Nope, not drunk, lady- I just have a constantly faulty internal
gyroscope.
Showing posts with label facebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label facebook. Show all posts
Saturday, 21 March 2015
Saturday, 27 July 2013
When Was the Last Time...
... that you were proud of yourself? Properly 'wow, I'm actually pretty
awesome aren't I?' proud.
I'd typed out a message to my friend Vicky (whom I visited in Berlin not too long ago), bemoaning all the stuff I've gotten myself into and how relentlessly busy I've become- partially to block out my fear of the future, partially because of the 'just say yes' policy I've come to loosely adopt in order to stop myself from being the social recluse I once was. I was just internally reflecting upon how I must be some kind of idiot to take on so much, when Vicky's reply popped up.
'I know you don't mean it but .... stop making me feel bad! I feel so lazy...'
I blinked. Lazy? Vicky? 'Mate', I thought to myself, 'You up and went to Germany for two years just like that to teach English, having known no-one in the country beforehand, became really proficient at German as a language itself, you're teaching yourself Russian now- successfully for such a difficult language, too- and you're also about to go to Peru to learn Spanish and travel!'
It's funny isn't it, the way we perceive ourselves? It made me realise how I'm just as guilty of ignoring my good points as anyone else (except for maybe two of my friends, who are unusually exceptional- especially for a couple of fellow Brits- at recognising their own amazingness; I say this with no guile).
I, like anyone else, suffer from that horrible, mean little thing called Envy. I envy Vicky, for doing what I've always wanted to do and travelling by herself to discover the world, carving out her own path by her own terms, whereas I'm too cowardly. I envy Lucia, who goes on trips away with their friendship groups in Birmingham that are too awkward for me to join in on, being in a different city. I envy Toria, who makes friends so easily, and keeps them. I envy all my friends who have their own houses while I'm a City Statistic still living with my parents, trying to save for an elusive place in London. And let's not even go into the envy I feel for people I don't even know.
If, up until just now, you'd have asked me when the last time I felt proud of myself was, I'd probably have replied '2006.' Now I know how ridiculous this is.
This isn't a brag post; I won't list the things I've found to be proud of for myself. But I have found some, all the same. The thing to remember is not to be the best of everything- that's impossible, and few even get to be the best at anything- but to be the best at being yourself. Cliché, but no less true now than when you were told this in nursery.
It's pretty much impossible to see ourselves the way other people do. The best guide we can have is to try and understand the way our friends see us: after all, surely they wouldn't be our friends if we were as ineffective and silly as we thought we were, right? I know I'm proud of my friends, and know that they're all amazing people with their own amazing qualities. Logically, it stands to reason that the feeling is mutual.
So if ever any of you have a 'God, why am I so useless?' moment (as we all have, sometimes), remember how your friends see you, and know that even if you can't understand it yourself, your friends admire and respect you for a reason.
I'd typed out a message to my friend Vicky (whom I visited in Berlin not too long ago), bemoaning all the stuff I've gotten myself into and how relentlessly busy I've become- partially to block out my fear of the future, partially because of the 'just say yes' policy I've come to loosely adopt in order to stop myself from being the social recluse I once was. I was just internally reflecting upon how I must be some kind of idiot to take on so much, when Vicky's reply popped up.
'I know you don't mean it but .... stop making me feel bad! I feel so lazy...'
I blinked. Lazy? Vicky? 'Mate', I thought to myself, 'You up and went to Germany for two years just like that to teach English, having known no-one in the country beforehand, became really proficient at German as a language itself, you're teaching yourself Russian now- successfully for such a difficult language, too- and you're also about to go to Peru to learn Spanish and travel!'
It's funny isn't it, the way we perceive ourselves? It made me realise how I'm just as guilty of ignoring my good points as anyone else (except for maybe two of my friends, who are unusually exceptional- especially for a couple of fellow Brits- at recognising their own amazingness; I say this with no guile).
I, like anyone else, suffer from that horrible, mean little thing called Envy. I envy Vicky, for doing what I've always wanted to do and travelling by herself to discover the world, carving out her own path by her own terms, whereas I'm too cowardly. I envy Lucia, who goes on trips away with their friendship groups in Birmingham that are too awkward for me to join in on, being in a different city. I envy Toria, who makes friends so easily, and keeps them. I envy all my friends who have their own houses while I'm a City Statistic still living with my parents, trying to save for an elusive place in London. And let's not even go into the envy I feel for people I don't even know.
If, up until just now, you'd have asked me when the last time I felt proud of myself was, I'd probably have replied '2006.' Now I know how ridiculous this is.
This isn't a brag post; I won't list the things I've found to be proud of for myself. But I have found some, all the same. The thing to remember is not to be the best of everything- that's impossible, and few even get to be the best at anything- but to be the best at being yourself. Cliché, but no less true now than when you were told this in nursery.
It's pretty much impossible to see ourselves the way other people do. The best guide we can have is to try and understand the way our friends see us: after all, surely they wouldn't be our friends if we were as ineffective and silly as we thought we were, right? I know I'm proud of my friends, and know that they're all amazing people with their own amazing qualities. Logically, it stands to reason that the feeling is mutual.
So if ever any of you have a 'God, why am I so useless?' moment (as we all have, sometimes), remember how your friends see you, and know that even if you can't understand it yourself, your friends admire and respect you for a reason.
Saturday, 22 June 2013
Happy Birthday Wacky World! (And Tashcakes!)
I can believe that I've had this blog for a year. What I can't believe is that I've actually more or less lived up to my claim that something happens to me every week! Well, here I am, and still going strong, and now you have a good idea of just how strong a weirdness magnet I am.
I even baked a birthday cake to celebrate:
Well I kind of had to, since my other blog is a baking blog. Baking blog birthday without a birthday cake? Madness, I tell you!
Anyway, if you follow Tashcakes! you'll know my slight obsession with colourful food. So...
Boom.
Feel free to head on down to Tashcakes! for a few more shots of the cake. In the meantime, I'll appease those of you expecting a weekly funny story by giving you my slightly delirious Facebook status, posted at about 1am this morning while baking this cake and not sleeping (for the third night running):
I even baked a birthday cake to celebrate:
Well I kind of had to, since my other blog is a baking blog. Baking blog birthday without a birthday cake? Madness, I tell you!
Anyway, if you follow Tashcakes! you'll know my slight obsession with colourful food. So...
Feel free to head on down to Tashcakes! for a few more shots of the cake. In the meantime, I'll appease those of you expecting a weekly funny story by giving you my slightly delirious Facebook status, posted at about 1am this morning while baking this cake and not sleeping (for the third night running):
Saturday, 16 February 2013
Cooking Up a Storm
My status update from Facebook, 16th February 2013 (late this afternoon):
Today was one of those rare completely free Saturdays. Usually I have someone to see or somewhere to go or both, but today was supposed to be a day to recharge my batteries. Too bad I had too much energy to burn and too many ideas in my head.
And when I have a lot of energy, a lot of ideas and even the slightest amount of free time, I can usually be found in the kitchen.
The morning saw the creation of jam sandwich biscuits, followed by a loaf of banana bread. Then I scaled and cleaned out some trout for dinner. However because I had rather a lot of energy and knew I was being a little ambitious in my culinary adventures time-wise, I sort of whirlwind-ed through the kitchen in a cloud of flour and goo... resulting in the above Facebook status.
Damn though, scaling fish is some serious business.
Today was one of those rare completely free Saturdays. Usually I have someone to see or somewhere to go or both, but today was supposed to be a day to recharge my batteries. Too bad I had too much energy to burn and too many ideas in my head.
And when I have a lot of energy, a lot of ideas and even the slightest amount of free time, I can usually be found in the kitchen.
The morning saw the creation of jam sandwich biscuits, followed by a loaf of banana bread. Then I scaled and cleaned out some trout for dinner. However because I had rather a lot of energy and knew I was being a little ambitious in my culinary adventures time-wise, I sort of whirlwind-ed through the kitchen in a cloud of flour and goo... resulting in the above Facebook status.
Damn though, scaling fish is some serious business.
Wednesday, 17 October 2012
Saturday, 23 June 2012
Of Whistling and Dancing Without Abandon...
My status update from Facebook, 5th February 2012:
I just cleared inches of snow off my car with a broom while whistling 'Whistle While You Work' (and sweeping in time to the song too). I didn't notice the people behind me watching the whole charade.
I just cleared inches of snow off my car with a broom while whistling 'Whistle While You Work' (and sweeping in time to the song too). I didn't notice the people behind me watching the whole charade.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)