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Tag Archives: chatty
My Bedroom makes me look like a Freak
Yes. You read that correctly. It’s exactly how it sounds.
Not the week I thought it would be
I tend to do pretty badly whenever my plans have to be suddenly changed. Like any sort of plan. If I’m planning on making chicken soup for dinner but then forget to buy stock, so I have to make roast instead, I freak out. Well not really, but internally, yes.
Inadvertently Giving Myself a Break
I just had what I tend to think of as a ‘Nothing Weekend’. I had no plans to speak of, you know, aside from like cleaning the house and working out and stuff. But no outside plans. In fact, if it wasn’t for little trips to the corner shop across the road from my apartment, best believe I wouldn’t have left the house at all.
Little Museums and Old Friends
I find the term ‘old friend’ interesting, because it can be open to interpretation – is my friend just an old person? Or is the friendship itself old? In this case anyway it is simply the friendship, unless you consider 23 an old person.
Wading Through the Big Sad
I’m wading through the big sad and I can see the end of the ocean – but I’m not sure I want to get out just yet. It’s a strange kind of addiction – sadness – when you’ve finally learnt to live your life around it you don’t really want to say goodbye to it.
Creating a Mental Health Weekend
Last week I took the pre-emptive step of taking this coming Monday off work, to create what I am thinking of as my ‘Mental Health Weekend’. To try and get myself back to that happy go lucky loving life and everything about it mindset.
The Value of Intense Rest
I watched this video a few years ago about the difference between ‘high intensity fun’ and ‘low intensity fun’ and clearly the ideas from it have stuck with me.
The Cat Update No One Asked For
We got little Dan from the SPCA about 3 months ago, when he was a shy, teary-eyed little boy. He was afraid of everything, he had health problems as a kitten and couldn’t trust anybody, he broke my heart.
Teenage Troubles
I guess I’m trying to figure out if I can’t hack being around teenagers anymore because I sincerely don’t like them, or I don’t like what they remind me of. It may a little bit of both.
Shell Spotted 