Definition of love

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Stuck in a moment

I've always wanted a man who can challenge me, who can call on my bullshit, bring me back down to earth, but who can also pull me back on my feet when I hit rock bottom. I've always wanted a man who can protect me, respect me and treat me as an equal, but never a superior.

And yet I fell for an emotionally immature guy who has had me stuck in a fantasy moment for the past year. It took me a while to realise just what a miserable place I find myself in, and that while I'm waiting for him, life goes on around me for everyone but myself.

As I cry alone at home, I realise that the options are two. Speak to him and make my feelings known and face the consequences, or let him go and slowly and painfully get over him, even though I get to see him for an average of 10 hours per day at work.

What my choice will be?

Haven't got the slightest clue.

Stuck in a moment

I've always wanted a man who can challenge me, who can call on my bullshit, bring me back down to earth, but who can also pull me back on my feet when I hit rock bottom. I've always wanted a man who can protect me, respect me and treat me as an equal, but never a superior.

And yet I fell for an emotionally immature guy who has had me stuck in a fantasy moment for the past year. It took me a while to realise just what a miserable place I find myself in, and that while I'm waiting for him, life goes on around me for everyone but myself.

As I cry alone at home, I realise that the options are two. Speak to him and make my feelings known and face the consequences, or let him go and slowly and painfully get over him, even though I get to see him for an average of 10 hours per day at work.

What my choice will be?

Haven't got the slightest clue.

Texting dilemmas

Could someone please explain to me why writing a pleasant, affectionate and friendly text message is such an impossible feat for men?

No seriously, please someone, tell me. I'm tired of receiving 2 or 3 word SMSes from males that just about suck the living joy out of me with their deficient verbosity. Why is an "OK cu" acceptable in reply to a 150 character text which includes, thank yous, hugs, kisses and all that is pleasant and loving?

Is it me? Or is them? Or really... is it me?

The Chronicles of Nothing

Have you ever wondered what impressions you give to other people when they just have a split second of their life to share with you? When the only thing that you will be contributing to their life will be the snapshot that you give them in the iota of time in which their eyes settle on you?

For most people, I would imagine that the answer to the above question would be a blank stare, a no, or a nervous laugh before edging their way out of my presence for all eternity, but really...think about it. Many times during the day, you just happen to glance at some person randomly, and catch them in a total natural act, such as picking their nose at a crossing, engaging in a snarl fest with some other person through their mobile phone, or stumbling on a lose stone in a busy pedestrian street in the centre. And if you had to think about it, that would, most times, be the only time you will ever see that person, and that his input to your existence would be that single moment. More interesting is that this also works vice versa.

This does not mean that you have to go round in permanent paranoia and refuse to do anything remotely human, such as sneezing, laughing, frowning, or adjusting your bra strap... the point that I'm trying to make is that we stumble into other people's lives in millions of ways each day, and many times without knowing. Our every act or thought forms part of this great scheme of life we happen to be part of and results in continuous chronicles of life ... our life ...

What I refer to as the chronicles of nothing.

Alone in the office at 7.33am

It's 7.33 am, and I'm alone in the office. The question is really not why I am alone, is why I am in the office in the first place at this ungodly hour. Well ... blame it on the public service, on my extreme ability to get ready for work in half an hour, and the loveliness of my country which allows me to drive to capital in 7 minutes.

Little tiny rock of an island ... I love you.

I have my files next to me, and ideally should be found working on them by my boss (scoring a point here and there always works to your advantage in the intricate labyrinth of the public service), but haven't checked the headlines yet, and I'm sure that something of extreme national importance has happened since last night ... like for example...erm ...hmmm...sprained finger of the Prime Minister?

Hmmmm colleagues are in, boss too, and he did NOT find me working on my files, but that's ok. He's a nice guy.

so ... to sum up what you know about me so far:

- I live on a tiny island
- I live 7 minutes away from the capital
- I work in the public service

and ... flash news ... my colleague's dog ate her pillow.

Good times!

Introductions and such stuff

And here it is... my return to the blogging sphere, on a brand new layout, and with a fresh outlook :).

For those who don't know me (and thanking all that is good, there are many of you out there), I'm not exactly new to this, as my various posts on my MSN space can still be found there. Some posts there make me proud. Others a bit less.

There is a lot to be known about me, but I won't be gracing you with a biography at this stage - you will get to know me through my outlook of the life that goes around me. I am a gal with opinions, far too many I'm afraid, and totally disproportionate to the size of my town, country and social circle. I don't need to know you to have an opinion of you... and as the scouts say (and I have loads of opinions about them, and none of them extremely positive), be prepared :).

Not the most inspired of posts ... but I'll give myself time ... it will get better, one hopes.