Deary me!!! God I wish people would shut up sometimes. Everyone seems to think they're silly, or not as good as everyone else, when they are. They're just as friendly or un-friendly just as nice or un-nice. Everyone is simply human. We're designed to have bad days, or weeks, and designed to be unhappy sometimes. But it doesn't make us less of a friend. Or less of a person worth knowing and worth wanting to be with.
I could go on forever about ..well, most things really. People, how people think and how it is in reality. State of minds is a big favourite. Strange thing really, because we acctually have so little power over our state of mind, (I say it like it's a surprise..(?)) and that is just about the biggest influence of how we live and think. Everything!
Anyway. Kwong has just left, which means I'm in rather a bossy and stubborn mood, because I'm always bossy to kwong because I believe he should try home-made jam, cheese with apples, tea, apricot bread, vegetables, fish, Hull, bananas, vitamin Cs, buses, sleeping, travelling, adventuring and all the other things. Sorry if I sound aggressive anyway.
And there is an example of me demonstrating what I began this post with. But I'm still being aggressive, I just don't want to sound like it's personal. But does that mean I'm just doing what I didn't like...
The other thing that annoys me is when people apologise for posting either a 'boring' post or apologise for a post solely about themselves.
ARRRRRGH!
There is no such thing as a boring post if you are friends with that person. If you make the effort to read their blog because you like them and want to know them, then anything they have to say is interesting. I think anyway.
And the whole point of bloggers is to act as a PERSONAL outlet in a literary form, a journal. Based simply around themselves. For themselves.
You didn't start a blog because Wilbur Jones wants you to write about him every week, did you? If he had asked you to start a blog it would be because he's interested in what you've been doing or thinking. There is absolutely zilch wrong it writing every single post about your lovely selves. (Of course there is nothing wrong with writing about something you are interested in, or feel passionate about, or just felt like writing about, but we like to read it still because it is about you and the way you work.) But, there's nothing wrong with writing about you in every post. We love it, because we want to know you.
Right. [Oh.. post script: Wilbur Jones is purely fictional.. sorry if anyone knows anyone by that name..]
But then again, apologising all the time for not being a nice human being all the time is one thing, but apologising on a small scale about possibly offending... is that ok,? I suppose so. As long as it is relevant. And has nothing to do with how you think you're a bad human being.
But..
Am I now just being a complete arse?
And if I was.. and if I was to realise it (or be told it-if anyone had the guts) would I apologise? Because that is what I've been moaning about.. and by airing my annoyance at how everyone lowers themselves and humbles themselves for no reason I'm merely not doing that..
oh this gets too confusing. I think now I'd rather go and vent this kwong-induced-mood on some other poor piece of molecular structure.
Hello kwong - when you get home and read this, it was nice having you over! hope you found something to entertain you in swansea. And get a fish! And apply to Hull! And learn to love health-giving-veggies.
Oh, on a not-so-violent topic, Last Night!!! The party at Matt's old house was so lovely! It was just scrumptious and beautiful and very very happy. I'll remember it, I think, as one of my happiest times. Everyone there was so nice, all my best friends (although of course with a few important ones absent) of whom I have seen so little lately. I discovered that I can speak with a Irish (rather crude) accent with Joe! Which I didn't know I could do. I don't really know where to begin.. everything about it was so nice. Except for the fact we should have go there a bit earlier because we had to leave at 2.30 / 3am ish. It was nice to come home and sleep though- I slept from 3.30am till 11.30 or 12 noon ish. Hah! fab.
And when I say it was beautiful, it was. Really pretty. Every minute was like a gorgeous photo in my mind. People round the fire, their faces, and when they stood up against the starred night, with the bright moon.. river running past, fire jousting, dancing in the strobe, glow balls, paraffin, the half-chair that was thrown on the fire by Joe and rescued by Janie, the lighter I rescued but lost, the beers I ..kind..of. pinched.. .. thankyou, who ever they belonged to. (-:= Ezra borrowing the coat Danny bought me for my birthday when me, him and Emi-doo went to Cake, The coat that I bought with Emi at the beginning of the easter holidays in llandovery charity shop number two, the armwarmers required because the sleeves are too short, the armwarmers I lent Danny when he came over at easter, when Kath Janie and Ralph also did, when we watched Salad fingers, when I spoke to Fiona because I noticed her msn username, photos of brothers, gay-ness and straight-ness, intelligent conversation, clever people, friends who you can talk to, talk to properly,
and there we go. end of train of thought I think.
I will go and do stuff now, for fear that I'll say something I won't want to post. What naughtiness. OooOo bye!
I could go on forever about ..well, most things really. People, how people think and how it is in reality. State of minds is a big favourite. Strange thing really, because we acctually have so little power over our state of mind, (I say it like it's a surprise..(?)) and that is just about the biggest influence of how we live and think. Everything!
Anyway. Kwong has just left, which means I'm in rather a bossy and stubborn mood, because I'm always bossy to kwong because I believe he should try home-made jam, cheese with apples, tea, apricot bread, vegetables, fish, Hull, bananas, vitamin Cs, buses, sleeping, travelling, adventuring and all the other things. Sorry if I sound aggressive anyway.
And there is an example of me demonstrating what I began this post with. But I'm still being aggressive, I just don't want to sound like it's personal. But does that mean I'm just doing what I didn't like...
The other thing that annoys me is when people apologise for posting either a 'boring' post or apologise for a post solely about themselves.
ARRRRRGH!
There is no such thing as a boring post if you are friends with that person. If you make the effort to read their blog because you like them and want to know them, then anything they have to say is interesting. I think anyway.
And the whole point of bloggers is to act as a PERSONAL outlet in a literary form, a journal. Based simply around themselves. For themselves.
You didn't start a blog because Wilbur Jones wants you to write about him every week, did you? If he had asked you to start a blog it would be because he's interested in what you've been doing or thinking. There is absolutely zilch wrong it writing every single post about your lovely selves. (Of course there is nothing wrong with writing about something you are interested in, or feel passionate about, or just felt like writing about, but we like to read it still because it is about you and the way you work.) But, there's nothing wrong with writing about you in every post. We love it, because we want to know you.
Right. [Oh.. post script: Wilbur Jones is purely fictional.. sorry if anyone knows anyone by that name..]
But then again, apologising all the time for not being a nice human being all the time is one thing, but apologising on a small scale about possibly offending... is that ok,? I suppose so. As long as it is relevant. And has nothing to do with how you think you're a bad human being.
But..
Am I now just being a complete arse?
And if I was.. and if I was to realise it (or be told it-if anyone had the guts) would I apologise? Because that is what I've been moaning about.. and by airing my annoyance at how everyone lowers themselves and humbles themselves for no reason I'm merely not doing that..
oh this gets too confusing. I think now I'd rather go and vent this kwong-induced-mood on some other poor piece of molecular structure.
Hello kwong - when you get home and read this, it was nice having you over! hope you found something to entertain you in swansea. And get a fish! And apply to Hull! And learn to love health-giving-veggies.
Oh, on a not-so-violent topic, Last Night!!! The party at Matt's old house was so lovely! It was just scrumptious and beautiful and very very happy. I'll remember it, I think, as one of my happiest times. Everyone there was so nice, all my best friends (although of course with a few important ones absent) of whom I have seen so little lately. I discovered that I can speak with a Irish (rather crude) accent with Joe! Which I didn't know I could do. I don't really know where to begin.. everything about it was so nice. Except for the fact we should have go there a bit earlier because we had to leave at 2.30 / 3am ish. It was nice to come home and sleep though- I slept from 3.30am till 11.30 or 12 noon ish. Hah! fab.
And when I say it was beautiful, it was. Really pretty. Every minute was like a gorgeous photo in my mind. People round the fire, their faces, and when they stood up against the starred night, with the bright moon.. river running past, fire jousting, dancing in the strobe, glow balls, paraffin, the half-chair that was thrown on the fire by Joe and rescued by Janie, the lighter I rescued but lost, the beers I ..kind..of. pinched.. .. thankyou, who ever they belonged to. (-:= Ezra borrowing the coat Danny bought me for my birthday when me, him and Emi-doo went to Cake, The coat that I bought with Emi at the beginning of the easter holidays in llandovery charity shop number two, the armwarmers required because the sleeves are too short, the armwarmers I lent Danny when he came over at easter, when Kath Janie and Ralph also did, when we watched Salad fingers, when I spoke to Fiona because I noticed her msn username, photos of brothers, gay-ness and straight-ness, intelligent conversation, clever people, friends who you can talk to, talk to properly,
and there we go. end of train of thought I think.
I will go and do stuff now, for fear that I'll say something I won't want to post. What naughtiness. OooOo bye!
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