What can be said about being just a normal, run of the mill, average person? Nothing, really, just that it's OK to be who you are. I don't always like me but I can say that I am always me. Good or bad.
I don't have many real friends. I spend a lot of time alone. I am blunt. If you ask, I will share my opinion. That doesn't always make me very popular.
I think my next project needs to be a video cooking blog. I love to cook and to bake and I think my personality shines more in person than in writing. Although, I LOVE writing.
And with that I say, goodnight. I need to watch Project Runway.
Stay tuned...More to follow
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Yesterday, When I was young
I remember childhood. Not all of my childhood but quite a bit more than I thought I had. I recently looked up and began email contact with a dear friend of mine whom I met when I was 6 years old. She went back to our childhood homes last week and sent pictures. It is amazing how much bigger the houses seemed when we were small.
My 30 year high school reunion is this weekend and I am passing on the whole thing. I really only want to see a few special friends and otherwise it's just a bunch of small talk with people I never knew very well and whom I doubt really care to know me any better. In reality, though, my health has been very poor and I neither look nor feel much like myself these days. I am meeting a few friends and their spouses, to whom I am also close, Friday morning for a nice breakfast and that will be it.
I used to have friends. I used to make friends. As I have aged, I have developed an intolerance for people. I wish more people liked me and I really wish I liked more people. I can't pinpoint what happened to make me this way but I can't seem to be a better person than this. It's sad. I cry a lot.
As my health declines, so does my ability to make or keep friendships. I can't help but wonder if my health would improve, at least some, if I had friends to do things with. Could find some deeper happiness. I have made my husband and my pets my whole life. My children are grown with families of their own so I have put everything on this home.
It's time for bed.
More to come...stay tuned
My 30 year high school reunion is this weekend and I am passing on the whole thing. I really only want to see a few special friends and otherwise it's just a bunch of small talk with people I never knew very well and whom I doubt really care to know me any better. In reality, though, my health has been very poor and I neither look nor feel much like myself these days. I am meeting a few friends and their spouses, to whom I am also close, Friday morning for a nice breakfast and that will be it.
I used to have friends. I used to make friends. As I have aged, I have developed an intolerance for people. I wish more people liked me and I really wish I liked more people. I can't pinpoint what happened to make me this way but I can't seem to be a better person than this. It's sad. I cry a lot.
As my health declines, so does my ability to make or keep friendships. I can't help but wonder if my health would improve, at least some, if I had friends to do things with. Could find some deeper happiness. I have made my husband and my pets my whole life. My children are grown with families of their own so I have put everything on this home.
It's time for bed.
More to come...stay tuned
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