Rant

Damn it.
I am so tired of judgemental people.

How do they find the energy? I find it difficult enough to walk around deciding what I want to do, without making to-do lists for every Jack and Sally I meet.

"You should..."
"If I were you..."

If these sentences have not been preceded by "What should I do?"or "Give me some advice, please, oh ye friend of great acument and perception", shove it, stranger. Oh, you say you mean well? Well that makes it dandy, then. I don't know you, you don't know me, so your opinions are entirely relevant to me.

Example:

In the subway. Morning. Grey faces, everyone is tired, someone is listening to their mobile really loudly, and French hip hop is...bad.

Random person: "You shouldn't carry around so many things, it's bad for your back."

....

Thanks? I have seen the light!

This rant includes: people who give unsollicitated advice to pregnant ladies. People who criticize homeless people because they are "lazy" in front of them.

And these are the same people who just sit there and don't move when someone gets physically assaulted because "it's not their business."

I need Alan Rickman to comfort me with his exquisite drawl.




Rant over.

David Bowie is my homeboy

This week hasn't been very high in excitement or merriment: it's been a slow burner, with long, tiring days, followed by short, harried nights. I've been slightly reckless in that respect, not sleeping quite enough, and avoiding meals altogether. Chocolate has been good to me.
But the rest of the week has great potential, I think.
Tomorrow I'm meeting someone to get on with a political blog project we have going on AND playing with the cousins AND partying with my sport buddies.
Friday will see my uncle from America come over have dinner with us.
Saturday is running club!
And SUNDAY IS SEMI-MARATHON!!!
I can't say how bloody scared and exhilarated I am. I'm Magic Dancing with excitement here.
I've never run so far, and I'll probably never run so fast. So wish me luck and actual meals instead of scraps of food.
I hope I do well and that I'm not too tired. But hey, I'm 23! This is the time to shimmer, right?
I really need sleep.