Family.

Don't me wrong, I love my family to bits.
I would do anything for them.
My immediate family, that is.

But my gosh do the drive me crazy.

My dad is as strict as they come.
I am well into my twenties, moved out of home at 18
and yet, he still thinks it is perfectly okay to tell me how to run my life.
and expect me to follow his advice.
Follow his orders.
I fail at life because of the lack of support.
I was always to scared to try because trying meant the possibility of failure.
Failure is just not acceptable.

My mum is a sweetheart.
A total doormat, especially when it comes to my dad.
And extremely naive.
She was married at 20 years old.
My dad was her first, her first everything.

My younger brother is the rebel without a cause.
I was the perfect child, the perfect teenager.
I didn't go out and party.
I didn't fail at school.
I was all around the ideal child, even though I was constantly in trouble for nothing.
My brother has definitely reaped the rewards.
Whilst I am frowned upon for going out, or having an occasional drink
My brother is encouraged to spend time with his [feral] mates.
They know, but do not speak of, his alcohol intake and sex life.
He lost his license, 3 months after getting it.
He is not yet 18. He can do no wrong.

Alzheimer's is hereditary and has affected at least one person of each generation from my maternal side.
My mum is starting to display symptoms.
She denies it of course.
And most of the time I try to be patient with her.
But the incessant nagging and constant repeating of questions really drives me crazy.

I wouldn't trade them for the world, but hell, I need a break.

Friends

I have spent my entire life without friends who think and see the world the same way that I do.

Sure, I have a couple of close friends that I would die for.

But majority?
I could give or take their friendship on any given day.

I have very few who understand me, who encourage me, and who can read me very well.

The past few days I have been a bit of a blog stalker.
I have started religiously reading the blogs of two girls who are mutual friends of a blogger friend.
Never in my life have I wanted more than to meet these people.

People I don't know.
People I have never met.
They think the same thoughts as me.
They have the same goals.
The same hobbies.
And alot of the same dreams.

Do yourselves a favour and read the blogs of:
corinnedevine.wordpress.com
misschatterboxx.wordpress.com
and
http://mrzx.wordpress.com

I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.

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People living in New York are reading this.

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New Friends

So, a while back I posted a blog about how to make new friends.

Because, well, I lack that ability.

There was one person in particular in mind when I wrote that.
Over the past few weeks I have bumped into them numerous times.
All in places I wouldn't expect to see them.

Today, we were discussing, briefly, about how this kept happening.
They suggested organising an actual meeting.
You know, cocktails or coffee or something.
Nothing was set up.

How do I roll with this?
Do I wait for them to make the first step?
I don't quite have the confidence to do it.

Knowing myself, I will just wait until it comes up again and laugh off that we haven't ever done anything.

Attempting to make new friends is harder than dating.

I want to watch season one of SATC SO BAD.

Alas, I gave up the first movie and all six seasons yesterday.
All to convert a non-lover.

I am the worlds most unselfish fan.

Youtube clips it is.

I have sex.

Possibly the bravest sentence ever uttered by a woman in the middle east.

Samantha Jones.
I love thee.