So have been a slacker again.
To be honest, I read my last post a couple of days after I wrote it and was totally embarassed. Why I choose my return to blogworld following a bottle of wine and a heart that has had an argument with a few kitchen appliances is beyond me. But once I hit that publish button, the deal was done and since then I haven't been able to work out how I wanted to follow the last post. So found myself in eternal writer's "how do I write the next part?" limbo. And the fact of the matter is I don't want to go into it in depth. In short, we didn't work out. It's been shit but I'm feeling better. Generally we both had issues but I concede I had a lot more than him. It was the wrong time for me; too much change happening in my life and too much upheaval on all fronts to let us run smoothly. He's the first person I've ever fallen for completely and trully which is actually a great thing because before him, I really did think I was autistic! Sadly it was just the wrong time for me. Sometimes when things you've longed for eons finally arrive, you actually doubt their reality. And that was me. I couldn't believe he was for real. I was determined to make him my too good to be true....and in the end I succeeded. C'est la vie.
So yah that's it. There's been lots of walks and wonderings through London, Paris......Reading.. these last few months; all wonderfully melodramatic. And every pop song from good to woeful suddenly takes on shakespearean importance once the heartbreak kicks in. Matchbox 20 are poets; Roxette were geniuses and Kylie was on to something in preferring the devil she knew. Ms Lennox.....Love is a stranger in an open car....and don't let me get started on anything written by Everything But the Girl. And then there's Mr Ben Harper.....ah....my therapist these past few months.
But enuff.....no more talk of this.
So now I find myself living proper in London: Kings Cross to be precise. Am working as a government lawyer; my flat is a ten minute walk from work and I am sharing with a 23 yr old university graduate. Yes I've become the Demi Moore of flatmates. Although I think I'm more Mrs Robinson......she at least drank, chain smoked and had a facial expression.
I'm still majorly finding my way here. I am firmly back to square one. It's scarey but I'm excited. As Yazz once wailed.....The only way is up!
C
To be honest, I read my last post a couple of days after I wrote it and was totally embarassed. Why I choose my return to blogworld following a bottle of wine and a heart that has had an argument with a few kitchen appliances is beyond me. But once I hit that publish button, the deal was done and since then I haven't been able to work out how I wanted to follow the last post. So found myself in eternal writer's "how do I write the next part?" limbo. And the fact of the matter is I don't want to go into it in depth. In short, we didn't work out. It's been shit but I'm feeling better. Generally we both had issues but I concede I had a lot more than him. It was the wrong time for me; too much change happening in my life and too much upheaval on all fronts to let us run smoothly. He's the first person I've ever fallen for completely and trully which is actually a great thing because before him, I really did think I was autistic! Sadly it was just the wrong time for me. Sometimes when things you've longed for eons finally arrive, you actually doubt their reality. And that was me. I couldn't believe he was for real. I was determined to make him my too good to be true....and in the end I succeeded. C'est la vie.
So yah that's it. There's been lots of walks and wonderings through London, Paris......Reading.. these last few months; all wonderfully melodramatic. And every pop song from good to woeful suddenly takes on shakespearean importance once the heartbreak kicks in. Matchbox 20 are poets; Roxette were geniuses and Kylie was on to something in preferring the devil she knew. Ms Lennox.....Love is a stranger in an open car....and don't let me get started on anything written by Everything But the Girl. And then there's Mr Ben Harper.....ah....my therapist these past few months.
But enuff.....no more talk of this.
So now I find myself living proper in London: Kings Cross to be precise. Am working as a government lawyer; my flat is a ten minute walk from work and I am sharing with a 23 yr old university graduate. Yes I've become the Demi Moore of flatmates. Although I think I'm more Mrs Robinson......she at least drank, chain smoked and had a facial expression.
I'm still majorly finding my way here. I am firmly back to square one. It's scarey but I'm excited. As Yazz once wailed.....The only way is up!
C
2 comments:
Mrs Robinson would be a great mentor; on the other hand not sure about Demi Moore.
she's good with status updates....did u read that article on friendships Victor? It's very good.
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