I cannot stand zebra crossings anymore. When I was a kid, it was fun because of the black and white lines but these days? It’s a battle between dodging the idiot who’s decided to cross diagonally (why not just stand directly across from the direction you’re going in?!) and cuts across you rudely and the cars who refuse to wait for you to reach the other side before zooming past you. Continue reading “zebra crossings – #AtoZChallenge”
I don’t really get yoga. It’s like the kale of the smoothie world. Everyone swears by it but it just didn’t work for me. I did a few poses once and it was nice. Two minutes later, all of the angst seeped back in. It could be that I don’t have the patience for it, or maybe I’m just immune to yoga.
I’ve tried it for my back but given that I can barely get up without something creaking, it didn’t work out.
Bed yoga is not the kind of effort I want to go to in my bed. My bed is for sleeping. Or well, watching a disgusting amount of television but whatever, same difference.
Chair yoga? I’m sure that’s a thing. I haven’t tried it but I assume it’s like chair ab stretches? A lot of huffing and puffing with no end result. Pass.
Anyway, now that yoga is out of the way, I’m going to turn back to an effective way of releasing tension: reality TV. I swear by it. There’s nothing better than watching stupid people embarrass themselves on TV. Okay, there is, but you get the point.
I wrote a short story for this entry. It was either that or rambling about how I still haven’t written my novel yet. Continue reading “writing & weddings – #AtoZChallenge”
Today, I’m going to do a list. I’m not really a traveller nor do I really think about it beyond needing a MAJOR vacation (I need money, yo), but if I had the means, I’d fly all over the place. Anyway, here’s some pretty pictures because we can all dream, right?
Continue reading “vacation – #AtoZChallenge”
So, I decided to go make up free this week. By make up I mean eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, brow pencil and lipstick (although I wore lip gloss instead).
Monday, I looked disastrous. My hair is long overdue a spruce up so I’ve just been tying a scarf on it but it looks awful. Plus I was running late so I looked like a hot mess.
Tuesday, more of the same.
By Wednesday, I was avoiding looking at myself in the mirror.
I ditched concealer and foundation because it was getting too much and they’re not good for my skin, but sometimes I just always feel so self conscious without anything on my face. I call these instances my ugly days. Usually on those days, the make up goes on, but I wanted to air out my face this week. Plus, my eyes watered for about fifteen minutes straight in public so in a way, I’m glad that I held my resolve. Continue reading “ugly days – #AtoZChallenge”
I hate phone calls.
In fact, the last conversation I had with a friend was in December and it was awkward.
If we’re not related, I don’t want to talk on the phone. I don’t like doing official business on the phone. If there’s no email option, I will avoid it. I hate calling helplines or work. Anywhere. I will hunt down your email the way James Bond hunts down the bad guys.
I hate voicemail.
I hate phone calls.
Why do I hate them? I’m not sure. I remember in the past I’d talk to my friends all of time via phone. But maybe that’s it. When you’re a teenager, the most important call you make is to your parents when you’ve broken your curfew. By the time you reach university age, you’re making more serious phone calls. And by the time I was that age, I was an anxious wreck who could barely talk to people. I spent three years at a place where I never fit in and I didn’t communicate much. So, by the time I left, talking was an issue. Talking with people I didn’t know was a mountain of issues.
I’m not sure when I realised that I didn’t like phone calls. For one, I’m too quiet on the phone. Mostly because I feel like I’m yelling if I raise my voice. So that leads to people not being able to hear and then I have to repeat myself and it becomes old very fast. It’s exhausting.
The worst part is the period before the phone call. I will be sweating. Writing my script. Panicking. Trying to compose myself and just getting into such a state that I convince myself that I can’t do it.
It’s almost like I’m worried that people will judge me via the phone, or that I’m going to say something stupid and it’ll forever be in the airwaves. I can’t really explain it because when I eventually man up and make the call it’s fine. The panic melts away and the phone doesn’t erupt into a ball of flames. And then I feel stupid for worrying at all.
Anxiety is a bitch, y’all.