Awkward Situations, Life

Girl, can you shut up

Hello, snarklings!

You know I didn’t realise that I’d taken a blogging break until over the weekend? Sometimes I get lost in my own head and don’t realise it, but I’m back! 

Last week was relatively uneventful but this happened…


I was on my way home when I sort of crossed the road in a dodgy manner. I noticed these two guys stumbling outside of park and I was like, let me try and walk past unnoticed. 
Didn’t work. 

They gestured for me to take my headphones out (sigh…), asked me if I was alright (sigh…), asked me where I was from (sigh…). Tried to make me guess where one of them was from (final answer was ‘question mark’). 

This was all after midnight, so I’m tired, have a headache and want to go home. I’m hoping that they will go in one direction while I go in mine. 

My hope was unfulfilled. 

They say that they’ll walk me home because it’s late (oh, thank you? Where were they when I was walking home an hour later every day way back in December?).

Anyway, we start walking and one guy, the chatty one, asks me a lot of questions. The other one is quiet…bizarrely enough, he wanted my number but didn’t give me his when I said that I’d take it instead, but his friend gave me his number – but not his name? He told me to save it as Jack of Jill so I went with Rando. I think Rando said that the other guy doesn’t have a phone which explains the number malarkey. 

The number he gave me is an extra digit long as well but the upside is that there is someone out there with a picture of young!Arnold Schwarzenegger as their profile photo on WhatsApp and it’s hilarious. I have no idea if it’s one of these guys or not and I didn’t bother to find out.

Back to the story…

Oddly enough, little old quiet me wasn’t quiet for once. Oh, no, I was snarky, chatty, and I actually let them partially walk me home. The usual me would have doubled back and taken a different route just to make sure that they were gone. The usual me would not have said a word. 

However, my aversion to people tends to temporarily malfunction when I’m tired, irritated and have a headache. I was/had all three and talking to these guys actually distracted me from that. I, of course, had a bright yellow bag with me which I’m never taking out again. Clearly it will attract all sorts, lol. 

At one point, they were almost jogging to keep up with me and they continued to try and guess where I worked. The funny guy asked me why I was in a rush. Fam, it’s after midnight and I’m on my way home from work, I’m not really going to be taking my time. I’m not that big of an idiot.

Anyway, me being the introverted social anxiety sufferer that I am, I’ve now replayed it a million times in my head. The running theme of the conversation was where I worked (they would guess, I would say no). That was because I told them I was on my way back from work and also sort of mentioned the area that I worked in before I finally had a brainwave and I was like, girl can you shut up. 

How do I go from saying nothing to blabbing uncontrollably? I don’t babble at strangers. Ever. 

So I played it coy from that point on. It was nice to have someone to partially walk me home and we did have a funny conversation – I asked if they were chilling and they were like LOL NO AT THIS TIME? I just said, ‘well, you both look pretty comfortable that’s why I’m asking [as you stumbled out of the park at this unsociable hour].’ 

Maybe you had to be there, but still, it was interesting. One of them freely admitted that he was high and not making sense and I was just thinking…that explains a lot. 

However, like I said to my friend, I hope I never see them again…

  1. I am probably older than both of them.
  2. …. I’m not sure if approaching a female who’s on her own after midnight is a good thing? Is this a thing that people do outside of club areas? This was a residential area and there was no one else around. 
  3. For my own safety. My friend asked me if I was scared and I genuinely wasn’t. Maybe I should have been? LOL. 

      If you’re wondering why these guys were even interested in me at all, you’re not the only one. I looked absolutely awful.  I wasn’t wearing a single lick of make up. My hair was a mess, my face was greasy because it’s so hot. I was sweaty. I didn’t look hideous but I didn’t look special either. . 

      I guess it was just the perfect day for two strangers to show up and walk me home. 

      Life, Random Thoughts

      that’s just plain not nice | Random Thoughts #23

      There was a lack of random thoughts and Bob this week, but here’s what I had to say.

      This week got old really fast. I also managed to sit through ten minutes of Bob without being compelled to take notes. Mostly because there was nothing noteworthy. 

      Apart from the continued gratuitous shirtlessness. 

      We get it, Bob, you work out and stuff. We thank you for that but request that you wear a shirt. Constant exposure to sunlight is bad for you, bud. See, I’m a caring individual! 

      Music is awesome, sometimes. Anxiety isn’t. 

      I plotted out a short story and I will get to work on it soon. It’ll be posted here, I guess. Ain’t nobody else gonna read it, that’s for sure, lol. I wish I was one of those people who has a huge writing group and whatnot, but that’ll never happened. Groups and I don’t get along. Too many people, too many potential voices that’ll drown me out. 

      Recently, I connected with an old friend and she wants to meet up. I’m not against the idea but there’s something off. We barely communicate as it is, so…Plus I haven’t seen her in ten years. She was talking about driving up to another city to see another friend I haven’t seen in ten years. I was slightly baffled. Hoping she goes with something simple. Either way the ball is in her court and my attendance is currently set at TBD. 

      I’m antisocial. Not really by choice, but through a combination of all sorts. Antisocial people get a bad rap. I’m talking about your standard run-of-the-mill quiet folk, not the I set fire to your car ha ha ha antisocial clique. We’re considered odd and weird but someone made us this way. Like how someone sat down and made root beer which is absolutely disgusting. It’s one of life’s inexplicable mysteries. 

      I don’t like talking about my personal life because it makes it real. I will hint and keep it vague because this is how life is. I’m one way with everyone else and someone else at home. People are quick to judge, quick to other meaningless words and I have that. Still, is keeping it in any better? Probably not. 

      Took my phone and iPod into the toilet wir me by accident. GURL, PLEASE. CONTROL YOURSELF. I have dropped multiple devices down the toilet. I like to think that I’ve learnt from my mistakes. 

      Clearly I haven’t. 

      I’m at the point where Bob is annoying me, because he seems to just post variants of the same shit and we’re in the middle of a heatwave here. Shirtless pictures don’t help. I want pictures of icebergs and cold stuff. Anything cold. Not sun, sea and terrible captions. Get it together, Bob. That’s just plain not nice. 

      I have next week off work and nothing to do. I want to go out and just navigate. I guess I’ll do window shopping. Or whatever. Ideally, I’d love to take my laptop somewhere and write but that’s not going to happen. My laptop is heavy and old. I might make do with my phone, though. I also might try and do an online course. I did one about a year ago, a diploma in Sports Nutrition, lol. This year I might go for something that I’ve never touched on in my life. We’ll see. 

      Life, Random Thoughts

      someday you will be loved | Random Thoughts #21

      Greetings all, it’s that time.

      I tend to write these over a period of days. However, #20 was hijacked by Bob. We’ll continue file it under research. Ahem. Maybe I can turn it into a short story series? Haha. Hahaha. Ha. I’m also not going to post it yet so… I’M OUT OF ORDER! –Pacino voice– Continue reading “someday you will be loved | Random Thoughts #21”

      Bitchin', Life

      Hell hath no fury…

      Story checks out. 

      Apparently I get grumpy when I’m hungry. The real question is who are these people that don’t? There’s something wrong with y’all, and not me. I need to be sufficiently energised to deal with any bullshit that might come along the way. And this is Planet Earth. There’s always a 99.9% chance of that happening at any time. 

      Life, random

      I literally just sat down

      Lol, this is so me. I like to do all I need to before I sit down. Once I’m down, that’s it. It could take anything from two to twelve hours for me to save the damsels and dudes in distress. I’d turn on the news and be like, ‘well, if they’d set off the signal earlier…’

      Some people may call it laziness and I call it…Yeah, it’s laziness. 

      I’m sorry. I’ll turn in my cape. 

      Life, Random Thoughts

      Honour Your Pace

      Don’t compare yourself to others

      I always tell people not to compare themselves to others. In fact, I tell people so many things that are reasonable and true but often, I forget to tell them to myself. 

      For instance, I do this [indirectly compare myself to others] everyday. Part of it is someone else constantly comparing me to other people and the rest is myself. I wonder why this person’s writing has more comments than mine, I wonder what I’m doing wrong. I wonder why everyone always seems to have a lot to do when I have nothing to do. The thing is that I don’t care. I mean, I care about feedback but not enough for it to dictate how and when or if I write, and what people do has nothing to do with me. It’s their life. I can’t force people to like my work. I can’t force anything. 

      However, we live in a world that’s competitive by nature. We fight for everything. Jobs, people, that last discounted bread roll (for real, one old dude almost sent me flying a few weeks back. Over bread!). 

      Comparison is going to happen, it’s what you do with it that counts. 

      You either realise that you’re not going to be that person and that you have no idea what they’ve done to get where they are or if what you see is real at all or you drive yourself mad trying to emulate an instance. We all provide everyone with a snapshot of our lives. 

      Do you really want to compare yourself to one page of an entire book? Nope.

      So, like I always say, fuck everyone else and focus on getting what you want in life. 

      The irony of me writing this post is not lost on me but I’m hoping that I can come back and read this and enlighten myself. I’m much better at helping other people than I am at helping myself. Not sure why, but what can you do? 

      You’ve just gotta honour your pace.