Sunday night blues
Is there ever any point to doing anything? In the long run? Does trying to do things change anything?Happy comes - and goes. Sad comes - and goes. Angry comes - and goes. Why feel anything at all? Just for the sake of feeling? Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.
Talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talktalktalktalktalk
Are there are things that really matter, is there more to life than just putting one foot in front of the other on the treadmill and never getting anywhere.
No, I'm not drinking. Would that help?
This too will pass. But it is times like this that I do wonder if there really is a point to anything.
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Now, lets see, what would our friend Viv, say about this subject?
Hummmmmm she... seems to be lost at the moment so can`t ask her, she usually has an answer too
Tell you what, when I find Viv, I will ask her for you.. OK..
But meanwhile ... hang in there.. hugs are on their way
Awww! Come here.....
It's going to be alright!
I guess! I hope it does. Will it?....
Feeling any better now
Here you go!
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If it wasn't midnight here, Kandy, I'd nip out into the garden right now because you're right, that does always and instantly help.
Wallops, ouch, I thought you didn't do wallops!
Taking my foul, but slightly less foul, mood off to bed.
Yay. It's Monday.
Watch a good movie...it does the trick...sometimes distraction is a good method to quell those deep inner thoughts!!...watch out for that punch from wallops!!
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You need another form of escapism!
Considering what I ACTUALLY did was go onto the hard shoulder to leave the motorway (which was a parking lot, after an accident a mile up ahead) and when a cop car stopped me, and took my keys out my ignition, I swore at him in sheer shock, then wagged my finger under his chin, saying he couldn't DO that. No word of a lie. Wagging your finger at a police officer is assault. Actually hitting him is GBH and I would be writing this from my cell.
So I'll pass. I don't think UK cops are as basically insane as SA ones but not sure I could handle that much excitement at this sedate stage of my life ...
Still am, a little, but it is wearing off.
May I come visit you soon? You must know some amazing dance venues!
I'm in Cumbria next week so I'm getting closer.
You should start one.
Contact the Ceroc people and make it happen!
Visit me any time. Bring the pets and we'll all go dancing on the beach
some of those coppers thinks we should get down and bow to them
I'll keep that in mind, one should not wag their finger at them, and one should not also slap the head of one either knocking off their beautiful well designed hats
Hope your feeling somewhat abit better today
Enjoy Cumbria
Yes, thank you. I slide between mostly cheerful, sometimes scratchy, and occasionally despairing. This blog was ill-advised but I'm glad in a way I shared, for once, because you are all very nice.
They're only there to drive fast cars 'licensed to kill'.
Viv I was thrown out of ballet because I'd grown too tall.
I stopped at 5'6" but missed my chance, if ever I had one???
You have to virtually pass me on your way to your sister's. Just let me know.
Mum used to tell me off for walking about on my toes. She'd say ballet dancers have special blocks for doing that. I could never understand why she didn't buy me these special blocks.
I've never ridden a horse but had lots as friends where I've lived.