Maybe it's time to lay down the title of 'Awkward Fucker'. No. Not as in a sexual fuck, but as in 'person'.
Let me explain.. The thing is, I'm not as chatty in real life, nor as eloquent (if you can consider my blog eloquent), nor as witty (please, just humor me :p).. I've been known to fumble my way through social situations, babble incoherently at strangers and sometimes I just smile, cock my head to the side and pretend like I know what's going on. Hence 'Awkward Fucker'. I try to avoid meeting new people unless I have to and when I stumble into things.. I'm.. well.. Awkward. With a capital A.
Was.
Sort of.
I'm not suddenly a social butterfly, but I think I've gotten better. And I can't believe I'm saying this, but these days I enjoy meeting new people. LE GASP. Maybe it's experience, maybe it's my job (which forces me to communicate well with strangers), or maybe I'm finally maturing into one of those people who can talk to other people without wanting to puke, like.. you know.. NORMAL people.
I hear normal people socialize without wanting to run and hide away in a cave somewhere.
I think I'm turning 'normal'. Mwaha.
I'm liking this (somewhat) recent development. Fingers crossed it's not just a phase. Because really - people aren't so bad. (Especially if they've been selected by my trusted friends, and I've been told they were exceptionally fun. And so far, none of my friends have failed me and introduced me to a freak who wants to sniff my cat and pee in my garden.)
Oh. And by 'meeting people' I don't mean for romantic purposes.. Just.. meeting people in general..!
Saturday, 31 July 2010
Sunday, 25 July 2010
The long dark tea time of the soul..
I've recently encountered problems in my professional life, one which I had taken for granted I would never have met, considering the awesomeness of my immediate work-buddies.
They're a fabulous bunch, and I really was fond of every one. Which I've been told is a rare thing to happen in an office.
Not to say that everything was perfect, but the people.. the people were fantastic.
A couple of posts ago I lamented the fact that a few of them were leaving, albeit obscurely.. but yes. I wasn't happy. Then new people came into the office and balance was restored. Before a horrible storm brewed up and these people were taken away from me again. Which truth be told, pissed me off a lot, hence the long dark tea time of the soul which resulted in posts which were not to my usual standard of happy, chirpy, cheery posts.
I can't say that things are better, not by far (if anything it's getting worse).. But I can say I've made up my mind not to let it bother me anymore than it already has.
And hey, there are things going for me now which make me really happy.
So I shan't complain anymore.
Just wanted to drop by to say that.
They're a fabulous bunch, and I really was fond of every one. Which I've been told is a rare thing to happen in an office.
Not to say that everything was perfect, but the people.. the people were fantastic.
A couple of posts ago I lamented the fact that a few of them were leaving, albeit obscurely.. but yes. I wasn't happy. Then new people came into the office and balance was restored. Before a horrible storm brewed up and these people were taken away from me again. Which truth be told, pissed me off a lot, hence the long dark tea time of the soul which resulted in posts which were not to my usual standard of happy, chirpy, cheery posts.
I can't say that things are better, not by far (if anything it's getting worse).. But I can say I've made up my mind not to let it bother me anymore than it already has.
And hey, there are things going for me now which make me really happy.
So I shan't complain anymore.
Just wanted to drop by to say that.
--- end Long Dark Tea Time Of The Soul ---
Monday, 5 July 2010
Hearts a-crying.
It was raining five minutes ago.
18 floors up it looked like Jakarta had been gassed. A misty cloud obscures the streets from view while unforgiving pellets shoot at the window, making everything that little bit harder to see. Now.. Now the sky is dull, like a white wall that's seen too many childish hands.
Uncomfortable, unsettled and extremely uninspired.
Or maybe that's just me, projecting my moods.
It's cold and I'm tired.
18 floors up it looked like Jakarta had been gassed. A misty cloud obscures the streets from view while unforgiving pellets shoot at the window, making everything that little bit harder to see. Now.. Now the sky is dull, like a white wall that's seen too many childish hands.
Uncomfortable, unsettled and extremely uninspired.
Or maybe that's just me, projecting my moods.
It's cold and I'm tired.
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