We all say things we don't mean and do things we'd prefer to forget about but I suppose I may have done more and said more than most. This doesn't mean I regret who I am and how I got here, it just means I have a greater sense of self-awareness than the average Joe.
I like to do what I feel like but I'm always careful not to encroach on others' existences and beliefs whilst doing so. I am as considerate as I can be - sometimes too considerate - but I'm no doormat either.
Yet still, I give out the wrong impression and people jump to the wrong conclusions. I'm not sure how or why I do it, it seems to be a self-destruct button I press every so often.
Have I done it again? Can I really be bothered to explain it's not the real me? Whatever I do, it is certain I will be judged and the outcome may not be favourable.
Talk less, think more. If only I could!
I know it's irrational and I know I'm too old to be like this put I'm absolutely terrified right now. The problem? In less than 2 hours I will be in the dentist's chair having a filling re-done. I can't stand it! The noise of the drill, the sensation of my tongue filling my mouth, the smell of the latex gloves...oh dear god.
But I'm not going to bail. I'm going to have to go. Yes, I'll be brave. I'll soldier on.
Then I'll come home and cry like a baby.
Round 2 is in a fortnight.
Whoever invented teeth was a sadist.
COMMENTS
I know how it is, I have a check up this Friday....I'm shaking just thinking about it.
you're not alone.
I'm terrified of dentists; I haven't been to mine in 3 years. Not good. He's going to lecture me, I know it.
And rightly so.
to me, that is somehow worse than the drill.
It's just a bloke...or woman...playing around in your mouth. Jeeze cowards!! I don't have injections...but them my dentist is good : )
Apparently only boring people get bored. If this really is the case, then I must be the most boring individual that ever existed.
There's absolutely nothing that is interesting to me today.
Nothing.
Perhaps I'll just go and stare at myself in a mirror...
I know it's not P.C. to laugh at other people for the way they dress but I really couldn't help myself this weekend.
There I was, sat in a pub garden minding my own business when on the next table these two lads sit down. I didn't really take much notice except to glare at them as they lit up a cigarette and blew it all over to my table where I was in the middle of eating - how rude!
Well, they eventually get the message and move to the other side of the table and that's when I saw it!! Both of them had their trousers slung so low that you could actually see 90% of their thighs as well as their (old and greying) underwear. Seriously, they had to stop at least 4 times just to pull their trousers back up and they only had to move about 5m in total.
Am I just getting old or is this fashion just ridiculous and totally impractical? I mean, God help them if they needed to get anywhere in a hurry!!!
Well, it amused me no end.
This morning I found out that one of my relatives died in her sleep. It has come as a complete surprise - she was as fit as a fiddle physically even though she suffered from alzheimers.
I'm not actually sure how I feel.
Sad? No - not exactly.
Angry? No.
Contemplative? Yes maybe that's it. Maybe not.
I don't know really. I'm suppose to feel something but I never seem to. When I've lost other family, it's always the same.
Strange and worrying.
COMMENTS
aw i am sorry to hear of your loss
my thoughts are with you and your family
COMMENTS
-
Theban
12:22 Jun 22 2009
Umm...interesting, and causing me to reflect....you see it works both ways.