I am sleepy.
I’ve amused myself with plenty of people-watching over the last couple of days.
I am not the world’s most perfect person. I’m moody, pedantic, sarcastic and bitchy. I could do with losing a few pounds and sometimes I can’t be bothered to straighten my hair. My feet can get pretty whiffy when I’ve been running around after naughty teenagers all day and I breathe coffee breath on students who annoy me. I don’t do my hoovering every day and ironing should be punishable by death as far as I’m concerned. Get in the way of my daily routine and I will be downright nasty to you.
But I do like being me. And I’m glad that I’m not like some people.
I like the fact that I don’t wear silly sunglasses that don’t suit me. And even if I did wear sunglasses that don’t suit me at least I wouldn’t wear them whilst wearing a winter jacket and sitting on a shaded bus.
I like the fact that I’m not the world’s hairiest woman. If I was the world’s hairiest woman I wouldn’t be showing off the tattoo on my lower back. And I would invest in some bleach. Probably of the very strong variety. Or just a very big and very sharp razor.
I like the fact that I don’t have toddler-like tantrums in public [I do, however, reserve the right to have them in private] which just make me look stupid. Continuing on from this [because it was the same person] I like the fact that I don’t have to rely on my personal/intimate relationships to help me overcome my petty issues at work.
I like the fact that I don’t start random conversations with random strangers in random places and expect them to indulge me. Pffft.
And finally, I like the fact that I don’t need to be the centre of attention and thus act in an undignified manner. There’s juvenile and there’s juvenile. And I know which I would rather be.
Why is my desk so bloody messy?
please God wake me up [before you go-go] xxx Elsabeth