Continuing on my French theme...
Read in You magazine about a blog called La Petite Anglaise, written by a Yorkshire girl, with long, blonde hair who lives in Paris and wanted an undemanding job, so she had time to enjoy the city. She is shy in real life, but very open and honest in her blog.
She asks 'do happy, fulfilled people write blogs?'
Good question!
Probably not, but blogging probably makes me a bit happier, writing my thoughts down without worrying too much about what people think. In real life, I rarely say what I think, apart from with close friends.
In real life, I'll hardly say boo to a goose. Find it very hard.
The other day my boss had given me something to type up, with the phase 'wet your appetite' in it.
I changed it to 'whet your appetite' and when I handed the letter back to him, he told me I'd made an error.
Knowing it was correct, I just nodded and made motions as if I was going to change it on the computer.
Meanwhile, B, who was listening, googled it - and said: 'She's right'.
Identify with La Petite Anglaise, when she writes that as soon as something's happened, she's itching to power up the computer and thinking about the words spinning around in her head, impatient to get them down.
She writes about her French lover, 'Mr Frog'. She said he was too busy with his advertising career to read her blog much. I wonder, if she like, me feels a small frisson of something, at the thought of your crushes reading your blog.
She is internet dating for 'material'.
I should do that, shouldn't I? Or perhaps live a more adventurous life?
I was lying in bed this morning, cocooned in A's arms, thinking about writing my blog too, about what I would say.
I wish I could write fiction.
One day perhaps?
She had 40,000 readers a day. I think I have two. Although I am grateful for Pot Noodleboy's comments, they always make me laugh. Half want people to read my blog, half don't. How the hell do you get that many readers though? I am lost in cyberspace. It's like my personal diary, except, when I used to (handwrite) my diary, I'm pretty sure I used to write slightly differently. More lists probably.
(I always worry about the boxes of diaries, in my attic, in Yorkshire, in the house I've rented out. I have visions of my tenant climbing up into loft and sitting there amongst the boxes reading my 13 year old self's thoughts).
Imagine living in Paris. Would I definitely get thin if I lived there?
Paris. London. New York. These are the places at this time of my life that I want to live in the most.
When I'm older - would like to return to somewhere more rural and peaceful.
Continuing on the French theme. That article did say that French women do tend to smoke quite a bit. Which isn't so good. And not all my habits are bad at all. I'm pretty proud of the fact that I rarely drink, I never eat processed meat, or any meat. I eat chocolate, but don't eat a huge lots of bought stuff - it's more good stuff or my own. I don't eat too much white flour and I do eat a lot of salads. I never drink fizzy drinks.
This weekend has made me think about the future a bit more...
I want to do more.
Be more active.
Skiing will be a good start.
I will see A3 one more time, when I come back from France, but I don't think we have anything in common. He seems much too keen too soon, which scares me.
I want to paint, got to join a course. I keep saying it.
Got to earn/save more money to try to buy a house next year.
What else?
Will have to have a think...
Was also reading about Ivana Trump, about how she moved on after she got divorced. She doesn't look back and treats everything like a new day. I get bogged down quite easily, although I do think I'm starting to brush things aside more easily, the older I get.
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Do happy, fulfilled people write blogs? If happy, fulfilled people (whoever the hell they are. I've never met one. Mind you, I'm from Cheam..) ever talk about their experiences or life to anybody else, ever - then yes, happy fulfilled people write blogs.
I do that, too. during events that should excite and interest and fascinate enough to be content, I find my thoughts straying to what angle I'm going to take when I write it up. Not that I've written anything up for over a month, now.
I always say what I think, but find confrontation, a la your boss story, hard to deal with. I can sit in a restaurant quite happily being superbly witty and critical about the atrocious food they've had the temerity to shovel onto my plate like a blind man stoking a boiler, but when the waitress comes round I'll be all "yes, everything's fine, thanks. Absoloutely delicous. Magnifique, in fact! Mwah!". It's a pretty major character flaw, but hey.
It always makes me feel good, though, when I come across an instance of my being better read or educated than my superiors. Sad, I know!
You should internet date for experience as much for material. But not if it twists you into circles and contortions of mental confusion. At least with Andy 3 you've got a definite action plan, and can see where it's going (or not going!).
You get readers by commenting on other people's blogs, especially people with a higher readership than you - and leaving fantastic, entertaining, thought-provoking comments that entice their readers away. Or, you could write about sex and violence.
Paris? Thin? Dunno about you, but I'd swell up like a zepplin.There's so many delicious things to eat in Cheam - god knows how I'd cope if I moved to Paris!
Smoking keps you thin. Kills you, and turns your insides into a sort of cross between swiss cheese and asphalt, but yeah. Slimming. I don't usually smoke, but had a few purely socially at that housparty, and the rant Catherine had at me you'd think I'd been mixing cigar ash into her baby's breakfast. that is, if she had a baby. (Which for the sprog's sake I can only hope won't occur any time soon.)
Too keen shouldn't be that big a problem, though. Not keen enough is a problem, because the reality of it is that there's usually not alot you can do, but provided you're sensible and mature enough to keep things at a level you're comfortable with irrespective of how quickly the other person moves forward, too keen makes life easier if anything.
You've just got to be brave enough to say "I'm not comfortable with that", or "I've got other priorities at the moment" or "that'd be great fun, but not at this stage in our relationship", is all. Still, if you're just not interested in him, then naturally there's nothing for it but to move on, as you said!
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