I. Am. Awake.
Just in case (any of you) were wondering.
Which is nothing major. If you are normally awake at 3 am every other day. I’ve done the packing/sorting. My house has never been this organised. There’s nothing more to do. Blog?
That was not meant for you. I’d rather be catching up on Z’s. Nothing personal.
There is lots to report on. Lots (not) happening. Lots more I can do without.
I think I need to make a few phonecalls. Some friends might just get upset if I tell everyone here first.
But this is something I could never understand. How people can sommer just call everyone in their phonebook the moment something (significant or not) happens to them.
As in anything (significant). Like buying a new pair of shoes. Even if it was at half price. Or picking up a good book at a steal. Even if it was at half price. When someone rammed into your ass. Even if it was a minor BB.
Am I wrong to not phone Tom, Dick and Sally when something (significant or not) happens in my life? Hell. I’d have the phone permanently attached to my ear. Mind you, that’s not too far off, is it?
Contrary to the rest of my blazza’s, I hate to share sommer for the sake of sharing. I don’t like drawing attention to myself…“was that a snigger?”
So they (friends + family) go all beserk when they find out in the “street”. About whatever I haven’t shared. Well, how the hell did you manage to find that out anyways, I never told a soul? It seems Boo doesn’t share the same constraints. Scary.
So what do you think. Share all regardless, or be circumspect?
Personally, I hate being a drama queen. I don’t think everyone needs to be aware of your comings, goings, alles 24/7?
Or maybe I’m just lazy to pick up the phone. Repeat one story twenty times. By rendition nr 4 even I forget what I actually wanted to say. Ain’t blogging easier? Everyone knows alles one-shot?
Hope you have a fantabulous day