Lucozade is flowing in abundance in one litre hits. It's the one thing that hits the spot everytime. I can't not drink the whole bottle though. Firstly because I wouldn't be able to enjoy it one day after freshness and secondly because it's all about the volume of liquid I used to consume in one sitting.
How do we manage to drink pint after pint of alcohol and yet two consecutive cups of tea are enough.
So yes I was thirsty over the weekend but I didn't desire lager etc.
I looked at my stats for this blog and saw an increase in readings for each page. It also showed that some people viewing live in Canada and USA. To anyone and everyone who reads this, my unending thanks and I only wish it was something worth reading.
For Two months I have been writing these pages and it's still practically a secret to all. This was meant to be able to help me to speak more honestly but there's always the option to read my back catalogue so I never go that far. I hope to get more honest and open as I do the next two months.
A friend of mine has broken his wrist recently whilst out drinking. I visited him on Friday and he seemed pissed off to be house bound. He reminds me of when I lived alone and crumbled under my own psychosis. Why does he seem to be coping so much better than I did? It's great that he's able to live alone so well and not fall to pieces, I'm just puzzled by why I can't do it.
I have improved vastly since then but still think if I spent a month in just my own company, my world would collapse around me. I like people near but not next to me. I am happy to be alone when I'm actually in a relationship and I know they are somewhere else. But ultimately Im a person who likes to be alone (just not fully alone). I feel uncomfortable with others due to my perception of what they expect from me. I feel I will be a let down in a social situation and I become a self fulfilling prophecy. I think I'm shit socially, therefore I am. So if I was in my friends shoes I'd be a mess so I'm glad he's more together than I am.
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