Nine Things We Don’t Owe Anybody

Nine things we don't owe anyone

I often see inspirational blog posts, memes and quotes that focus on the idea of teaching the younger generation about life. Lots of these appear to have the same message: nobody owes you anything. What you gain from life will be achieved by the hard work and effort that you put into it. While it isn’t strictly true (and I have seen and read countless examples of evidence to show that luck, being in the right place at the right time and knowing the right people can sometimes play a part in success), I like the sentiment.

However, what doesn’t appear to be as widely discussed is what we don’t owe to anyone else. In life we surround ourselves with those that matter to us the most, and it often seems like these people have an opinion on what we do and how we do it, leading us to falsely believe that we owe them certain behaviours and justifications. In truth, here are the things that in fact we don’t owe anyone.

1. We don’t owe anyone a favour. It’s one of my biggest annoyances – wanting to help someone should come from kindness, not obligation.

2. We don’t owe apologies if they are not genuine. An apology given when we are not ready to move on will only temporarily heal the wounds – anger towards someone will usually resurface and will usually cause greater harm in the long term. Apologies should be given when the issue has been resolved in our own minds.

3. We don’t owe somebody a romantic relationship or friendship. It took me a long time to realise that these cannot be simply based around the ideas of familiarity and the fact that you may have known each other for a long time. People change, their priorities and outlook on life change and, as sad as it may seem, time spent with somebody who isn’t the person that you used to know is time that is wasted.

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4. We don’t owe somebody our time just because they have requested it. This sounds incredibly harsh, and obviously doesn’t apply to the workplace (can you imagine the response you’d get if you said this to your boss?!) but in your personal life you don’t have to see or spend time with somebody if you don’t wish to. You don’t have to accept a date just because you have been asked. Similarly, if you have been on a date and have decided that you don’t wish to see the person again, you have every right to politely and gently let them down without feeling guilty and worrying about repercussions. If the person reacts in an hostile manner, you clearly made the right choice in the first place.

5. On a darker note, we don’t owe anyone a physical relationship. There are no circumstances  that can justify becoming involved physically with somebody if you don’t want to. They may be the nicest, sweetest person in the world and they may have helped you, consoled you, guided you and listened to you, but the answer is always the same. You don’t owe anyone a physical relationship at any time, for any reason.

6. We don’t owe anyone a new experience. My friends and I know each others likes and dislikes, and we don’t get offended when one of us responds with ‘it’s not really my thing, but thanks anyway!’  Of course, this doesn’t apply if a friend asks you to support them in something that they are doing personally – I’ve seen friends perform in comedy clubs, ice hockey matches and fashion shows – but you don’t have to attend events that your friends are ‘trying out’ if you know that it is something you aren’t going to be interested in.

image7. We don’t owe anyone ‘just one more…’ or ‘just try this…’ or ‘yes.’ One of my biggest annoyances is when I have decided that I have had enough to drink and there is always that one person who wants me to have just one more. I used to give in after several pleas and have another one just to shut them up, but now I politely decline until they give up. This doesn’t just apply to drinking – it can be in every aspect of life and covers both big or small issues (a rather silly memory that I have is being hassled for nearly two hours at a party to try food that I knew I wouldn’t like as I’ve had it before – I eventually gave in, tried it and hated it, and was then annoyed at both her and myself for allowing myself to be pressured into doing something, however trivial, that I didn’t want to do) – that one more anything shouldn’t have to be forced upon you and you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do, especially if you know that you’ve had enough.

8. We don’t owe anyone the perfectly groomed version of ourselves. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and the only opinion on the way that we look that should matter is our own. We shouldn’t have to dress in a certain way, wear the popular labels, be a certain size and present ourselves for the benefit of our friends and partners. At the weekends I spend my time make-up free and wearing hooded sweaters and jeans. Several of my friends are flawless and immaculate at all times. We have never explained ourselves for this, it is just accepted without question.

9. We don’t owe anyone our life story or our secrets. If you don’t want to talk about something personal, you don’t have to, even if a friend has asked. And, to be fair, a genuine friend would not push you to if you weren’t comfortable.

When it comes to life and relationships it is always important to be kind, supportive and genuine. Help others, be there for others, but do so because you want to, not because you feel that you owe them something. And when life requires an explanation, one that should be offered a little more is simply this, offered by the late, great Maya Angelou:

‘You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove’

What about you? Have you ever been made to feel that you ‘owe’ somebody?

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I Can’t Find My Hair: Drunken Ramblings As Inspirational Posters

Unlike some, I love memes and inspirational quotes and I often use them in my posts. Some make me laugh, some make me think, others genuinely provide me with motivation for the day. The inspirational quotes in particular often appear in the same format – a carefully selected font over the top of a beautiful image.

A while ago I read a post in which Danny Dyer’s twitter entries (English actor with a thick cockney accent) were used as an inspiration for such memes – things like ‘Noone asks Santa what he wants for Christmas. Bless him, the fat bearded pisshead…’ made me laugh, and it made me think about the drunken ramblings from people that I’ve heard over the years. I asked my friends for some of the funniest things they’ve ever heard someone say when drunk, and I edited them as inspirational posters…

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What about you guys? What are the funniest things that you’ve ever heard somebody say when drunk?

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Maya Angelou: Teacher, Mentor and Inspiration

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It was a cold, rainy day and I was sitting in a classroom, waiting to start an A Level English lesson. I was feeling particularly bored – I hadn’t slept well the night before and I had strongly objected that morning at having to get out of bed – the prospect of studying two hours of Shakespeare was distinctly unnappealing. However, my tutor had decided that we were going to do something a little different and promptly handed me an A4 sheet of paper that contained two long paragraphs. The next two hours turned out to be  some of the most interesting analysis sessions that I had ever participated in – the words were so inspiring and beautifully written that I made a note of the book that the text was taken from so that I could purchase it on my way home.

The book was ‘I Know Why a Caged Bird Sings’ by Maya Angelou. Continue reading

What Really Grinds My Gears

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It’s pay day and even though it’s the holidays I had to go into work to do some extra coursework with the students. On the way back I decided to treat myself and stopped at the local McDonald’s, where I promptly ate my food whilst catching up on Twitter and minding my own business. Suddenly something hit me on the back of the head. I turned around to see a child standing there and laughing – he had thrown some of his food at me and seemed to find it hilarious. His mother responded by simply whining at him “Jadeeeeeeen… Don’t dooooo thaaaaaaaat! You’re soooooo nauuuuuuuuuughty!” in a baby voice. I was tempted to stand up, dump the rest of my fries on his head and laugh back, but then I realised that it would have been a complete waste of food, and I hate that.I normally try and put a positive theme into my blog posts, but sometimes things (usually inconsiderate people) really irritate me.

I’m always reminded of the Family Guy episode where Peter hosts a news segment called ‘What Really Grinds My Gears,’ and so for today’s post I am going to do the same.

These are the things that really Grinds My Gears

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1. Eating popcorn with open mouths at the cinema.
2. Kicking the seats at the cinema.
3. Allowing children to run around at the cinema.
4. Spitting on the floor, particularly in the spot where I’m just about to walk.
5. Playing music so loudly from their car that it vibrates my whole body and the walls of my house.
6. Standing in front of me when it’s clear I’m looking at something – this applies to the zoo, museums, art galleries and shops.
7. Hitting me in the ankles with pushchairs.
8. Sneezing on the back of my head when I’m on the bus.
9. Weight comparisons.
10. Playing music on public transport – It’s inevitably awful music and I’ve been tempted to play some 80’s rock music in retaliation.
11. Lectures on any form of religion.

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12. Making a ‘duck face’ when taking photographs.
13. A complete lack of manners.
14. Only contacting me when somebody wants something.
15. Walking past me and telling me to ‘cheer up’ when I’m minding my own business.
16. Lecturing me on my job.
17. Interrupting me.
18. Racists.
19. Sexists.
20. Animal and child abusers.
21. Homophobes.
22. People telling me how much money they earn.
23. People who feel the world owes them something.
24. Stopping suddenly right in front of me and then tutting at me when I bump into them.

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25. Responding to an argument with ‘whatever.’
26. Talking down to someone in a service based job – waitress, barman, fast food restaurant, coffee house…
27. Making assumptions on my personality based on my accent. ( I have a thick northern English accent and some assume that I lack intelligence because of it.)
28. Assuming that accidental eye contact actually means ‘I want to sleep with you.’
29. Hypocrites.
30. People who don’t take no for an answer.
31. Nagging.
32. Borrowing something and not returning it.
33. Dropping litter on the floor.
34. Not picking up dog mess from the street.

And finally…

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35. Allowing a child to throw food and me without correcting it, disciplining it and offering an apology.What about you guys? What really grinds your gears?

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A Dented Bucket List

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I love Bucket Lists – lists of things that we wish to achieve/see/do before we die – and last year I spent hours creating the ultimate Bucket List that combined all the smaller ones that I have made over the years. I’ve made a good start on it too and have been able to cross quite a few things off…

However, I was inspired when I saw the idea of the ‘Dented’ Bucket List, created on the RawrLove blog in support of the much missed Rarasaur, who had suggested the idea herself. I decided to create my own – focusing on things that I would never deliberately see and do, things I never hope to experience and things that I have experienced already but would have been on the list. These are not meant to be judgemental towards anybody else and their lifestyles, they are based purely of personal preferences and are in no particular order.

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1. Cage dive with Great Whites. Not even if there was money involved. Never. Ever.

2. Have to start my life again from scratch with almost nothing.   

3. Live through the coldest two weeks of the year without gas or heating under a duvet, with just 25 pence in my bank account.

4. Wear fur.

5. Attend a bullfight.

6. Do drugs. I’ve never tried any of them aside from cigarettes and alcohol because I’ve never had an interest to and never will – it’s something that has never appealed to me.

7. Buy and/or listen to Justin Bieber’s music.

8. See Justin Bieber in concert.

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9. Go camping. 

10. Skydive. I have a terrible fear of heights and flying, and so the two combined are even worse. While it appears on a lot of Bucket Lists that I have read, it will never appear on mine.

11. Bungee Jumping. See number 10.

12. Lick anything from someone else’s belly button.

13. Complain about having a job. While I may complain about my workload on occasions, as most people do, I have never, and will never, lose sight of the fact that I have a good job and I am very lucky to work there.

14. Watch Twilight again. There’s two hours of my life I’ll never get back.

15. Eat boiled egg. Eww. The smell is enough to make me feel sick.

16. Spend the night in a haunted building. I don’t see the point in scaring myself for fun.

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17. Be ‘too old’ to do something.

18. Lose sight of the importance of a good friend.

19. Perform on stage in a play. I have recurring nightmares about being in front of an audience and not being able to member my lines.

20. Make The Bloke wear a matching outfit, unless it’s fancy dress.

21. Get another perm. I looked like a blonde reject from an ‘Annie’ audition.

22. ‘Grow up.’

23. Pose naked. Nobody needs to see that. I envisage people running away and screaming ‘my eyes! My eyes!’…

24. Forget. Forgiveness is one thing, forgetting is a whole different matter.

25. Expect anything from anyone.

 

What about you? What would be on your dented bucket list? I’d love to hear your ideas!

You can also find me on Twitter and Tumblr @suzie81blog

 

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X-Men, Kimye and Random Thoughts

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I’ve been struggling for the last few weeks with content ideas for Suzie81 Speaks. Perhaps this is because my priorities currently lie with work, but this is the first time that I have worried about having brain freeze that doesn’t seem to have subsided.

I follow a lot of great blogs, and one which I particularly enjoy is Phil’s musings over at the Phil Factor. His post this morning, ‘Lap Dances, Justin Bieber and The Talking Heads‘ gave me the sudden kick-start that I needed. His opening sentences were simply these:

This is one of those days when I woke up with no fully formed idea of what I was going to write about. Here are some of the ideas that were playing bumper cars in my brain:

Suddenly it hit me – my blog doesn’t need a theme, so why do I need a theme for a post? So, thank you Phil, here are the things that have been bouncing around my brain over the last few weeks…

I’ve decided that of all the jobs available, I want Jimmy Fallon’s. The Tonight Show isn’t shown over here, but thanks to YouTube I have recently watched him throw water at Lindsay Lohan and Jason Statham, play egg roulette with David Beckham, Nip Sync with Terry Crews and swap mouths with Tina Fey. I’ve also seen Jamie Foxx sing unsexy words in a sexy way and Will Ferrell and Chad Smith from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers have a ‘drum off.’ Best job ever.

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I’m sick of seeing articles about the Kim Kardashian/Kanye West, or the ridiculously titled ‘Kimye’ wedding. I absolutely respect the fact that everybody should be entitled to live a private life and I think that it is disgraceful in the way that lots of celebrities are followed and harassed, but it always makes me laugh when publicity driven celebrities go over the top to claim that they want their privacy and then post pictures on various social media networks, have TV cameras following them around for their own show and sell their stories to magazines. How about we completely ignore them, stop watching their programmes and buying their music and let’s see how ‘private’ they want their lives to be when they realise the money isn’t rolling in anymore. That, or allow James Franco and Seth Rogan to replace them both full time.

I need a holiday. Not just a jolly down to the capital for the day, I need a week long trip to somewhere hot. Normally, when I go away somewhere I have just three requirements: a beach, a pool and a bar, and that pretty much covers everything I need for a week of sunbathing, swimming and sleep. My last adventure was to Naples in Italy and I loved it, but I haven’t been able to save enough money to go somewhere similar since then.

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I went to see the new X-Men film today with The Bloke. I enjoyed it and am currently refusing to become involved in the inevitable paradox conversations that surround these sorts of films. It was good, Hugh Jackman continues to play a fantastic character in the role of Wolverine, (and he gets more attractive as he ages) and I was delighted that Peter Dinklage is being taken seriously for his acting ability rather than being used for his size – he’s a very talented man.

Why does having a ‘slim’ chance and a ‘fat’ chance mean the same thing?

And finally, I’ve been absolutely blown away by the response that I have had to my recent post ‘No Means No!’ If you have missed it, simply click on the link below and let me know what you think! As always, feel free to reblog and share it around!

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What about you guys? Any random thoughts for the week?

You can also find me on Twitter and Tumblr @suzie81blog

The Songs of My Life

Over the last 25 days the ever creative and thoroughly fabulous Twindaddy has created and hosted a song challenge in which he has inspired other bloggers to think about songs that mean different things to them.

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I didn’t participate in the whole event as I couldn’t commit to 25 straight days of blogging, but I have followed the posts that he and his participants have created and they have reminded me of some amazing songs that I had long forgotten about and brought back some happy memories. I wanted to put my two cents (or in my case, pennies) in there and acknowledge the songs that are special to me.

1. Don’t Stop Believing: Journey

This song has followed me everywhere throughout my life – it seems to surface at times when I am in a happy place with people that I care about. I would like to add here that the GLEE version does not count!!!

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2. I Won’t Send Roses (from Mack and Mabel): Jerry Herman

This was my grandfather’s favourite song, and my favourite version of it is sung by Robert Preston. It’s a beautiful piece of music and I remember spending many hours at the weekends listening to it (on vinyl) at his flat. It makes me feel at peace and gives me a beautiful reminder of a wonderful man.

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3. When Love and Hate Collide: Def Leppard

This song has helped me through some tough times – the chorus in particular contains some harmonies that I refer to as ‘gut chords’ – they’re so pwerful it is possible to feel them in the gut. I have loved it from the first time that I heard it and it is one of my ‘go to’ songs that I listen to when I am in need of comfort.

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4. Adagio For Strings: Samuel Barber

This was the first classical piece of music that I truly fell in love with and one of my greatest memories is playing this on stage with a large string orchestra. Fabulous.

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5. Over the Rainbow: Eva Cassidy

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Lying on a balcony in the hot sunshine in Malia, staring at a blue sky while this song played on the CD player in the background is potentially one of the most truly wonderful moments of my life so far. A stunning voice from a woman whose talents were taken away from us far too soon.

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6. Bring It On Home To Me: Sam Cooke

I adore this song. This is a song I will listen to in the bath to help me relax. Fabulous.

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7. Always: Bon Jovi

Bon Jovi are my favourite band. I’ve seen them five times in concert all over the UK and love most of their songs. However, this song has always spoken to me and it is also on my ‘bath’ list, as well as being a song I regularly do at karaoke.

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8. Seasons of Love (from RENT): Jonathan Larson

This was a song that my college choir sang. We all love this song, the harmonies are great and it has stuck with all of us over the years – my friend even had a choir sing it at her wedding. Some of my happiest times.

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9. I Can’t Help Myself: The Four Tops

This was a song that I grew up with – my mother is a huge motown and soul fan and so a large amount of my ‘pick me up’ playlist consists of songs like this from the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s. I love this song in particular and it reminds me of my mother teaching me how to dance to this in our living room as a child.

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10. The Blower’s Daughter: Damien Rice

A stunning, beautiful song. The reason why I have included this particular song is because I feel this passion and intensity that the song evokes.

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I could go on and on – I’ve stopped at ten so you wouldn’t fall asleep, but these are songs that best represent me, my personality and my life.

Congratulations Twindaddy on a fantastic challenge, and thank you for keeping me entertained!

What songs best represent you guys?

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No Means No!

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“Oi! Sexy! Where are you going?”

I turned around, thinking it was one of my friends. I didn’t recognise this man or his friend and so I turned around and carried on walking.

“Aww, don’t walk away! Where are you going? Give me your number!”

I ignored him, but the sound of his voice didn’t get any quieter. They were obviously following me.

“Hey baby, have you got a lighter? Come on baby, give me your number!”

I could see my workplace in the distance and I lost my temper, telling them in no uncertain terms to f*ck off in the hope that they would go away. They didn’t. Instead, they sucked their teeth at me and continued to follow, this time shouting abuse and calling me a ‘slag’ and and ‘f*cking stupid b*tch.’ They disappeared when I arrived at work, but it was the scariest experience I’ve had on my own in the street.

It was broad daylight, I wasn’t dressed in a provocative way and I hadn’t prompted any conversation or even looked at them in a way that would suggest I was interested in them. However, it could have been 3.00am and pitch dark, I could have been wearing a bikini and could have applied my make-up on with a shovel, and my thoughts on the matter would still be the same:

No means no.

I’ve been extremely lucky in life. As I write I am sitting next to The Bloke. He towers over me, being 6’3″, he weighs more than me and is considerably stronger than I am, but in the years that I have known him there hasn’t been a single moment where I have felt the least bit intimidated by him. In fact, I haven’t felt physically intimidated by any man that I have dated or had a relationship with (not that there have been many) and I have never engaged in activities that I didn’t want to do.

Unfortunately, some of my friends haven’t been so lucky.

I awoke this morning to the news of the tragedy in Santa Barbara. An obviously mentally ill young man took the lives of six innocent people, before killing himself, an incident that once again leaves everyone in shock. To make matters worse, he created a 141 page manifesto in which he stated that all women should be placed in concentration camps and starved to death, and this has prompted and understandably aggressive stance on the issue of gender equality, assault and abuse across my social media networks. The trolls are out in force – I was horrified to see this conversation posted on Twitter…

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I’m proud to be a woman, and as a woman I believe that I should be treated equally. I should be paid the same wages as a man in the same role and should be offered the same opportunities as my male counterparts. It shouldn’t automatically be assumed that my status as a female means that I will spend my life raising children and/or looking after a home. Above all, I believe that I shouldn’t be harassed or propositioned and should be treated with respect, not just because I am a woman, but because I am a human being.

I’ve seen some really interesting conversations this morning and I seen examples of some of the arguments that were offered in my own life. However, there were a few things that annoyed me slightly – there were some women who seem to be blaming ALL men for this, when most are actually kind, hard-working genuine people, and it isn’t just women who are assaulted. Still, it still doesn’t take away from that fact that no means no, regardless of gender or circumstance.

For example:

Women can easily manipulate men by using sex. An ex-friend of mine is beautiful, but she was highly aware of this and used it to her advantage. During her 18 month relationship with a rich older man she frequently told me that she wasn’t attracted to him, that having sex with him made her skin crawl and that she only did it because he bought her things. However, he didn’t force her at any point to do anything, she did so willingly.

But no means no.

Men can easily manipulate women by using money. A male friend that I haven’t seen in years is rich and he will spend his money on women so they will sleep with him (which he admitted to me when he was drunk).

But no means no.

Women will dress provocatively and are perfectly happy to be chatted up by someone that they find attractive, but they will take offence and refer to them as a ‘pervert’ if they find them unnattractive. I’ve lost count of the amount of times that I have seen this happen in nightclubs.

No still means no.

It isn’t just women who are sexually objectified. One of my male friends, who is extremely attractive and has a very defined, muscular body is often groped by drunken women when we go out, particularly if he wears tight T- shirts. His male friends joke about it, but sometimes I can see that he’s really uncomfortable. And male rape is extremely common, it just isn’t talked about.

No means no for men too.

Some women will ‘friend zone’ men without being honest about their feelings and giving the impression that they are romantically interested, keeping them hanging on just enough to give them hope just in case they can’t find anyone that they deem to be better, and this often leaves the men feeling angry and frustrated. The Bloke, being the quintessential ‘nice guy’ has told me many stories of instances where he has been used by his female friends and then promptly friend zoned later, leaving him heartbroken (and obviously, they didn’t know a good thing when they had it – more fool them!)

And again, no means no.

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No means no if you’re a man or woman.

No means no whether you’re in a relationship with a person or whether you’ve just met them.

‘Not now’ means no.

‘I’m in a relationship’ means no.

‘No thanks’ means no.

‘I’m not interested’ means no.

If I have been out in the evening to a local bar, one of my male friends will walk me home or The Bloke will walk down and meet me. If I’m in town my friends will walk me to a taxi station and will insist that I ring them when I am home safely, and I do the same for them. I’m lucky to have great friends, but I shouldn’t have to go through that process. I shouldn’t have to fear walking down the street at night by myself, I shouldn’t have to consider what I wear in case it attracts attention, and I shouldn’t have to avoid eye contact or innocent conversations with people just in case they assume I am hitting on them.

imageThe events in Santa Barbara are horrific, and it has once again brought to light the stigma and taboo that still surrounds the issue of abuse and assault. I hope that instead of feeding the trolls, we can learn from this tragedy and continue to educate each other and our children that no does in fact mean no. And to those of you who have suffered at the hands of another person… You are not alone. Say something. Talk to us. We’re here.

My thoughts are with the victims and their families.

You can also find me on Twitter and Tumblr @suzie81blog

Ahh, The Weekend is Here!

 

After what has felt like the longest week in the history of… long weeks, the weekend is finally here, and I couldn’t be more pleased. For the first time in about three months, I safely locked my work laptop in a cupboard and went home, leaving it behind. It’s the half – term holidays and even though I am in school on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday next week with the students who are doing extra coursework I am determined that the next few days are going to be spent as a work-free zone. I decided that if the computer was staring at me from the corner of the room I would feel the usual guilt that accompanies having personal time and so I removed the temptation by simply not bringing it with me. I like my job and am lucky to work at a high achieving and well-managed school, but this point in the year (ie. exam season) is always the toughest, and life turns into more of an existence. I’m in early, I leave late, and when I’m away from the place I’m either thinking or dreaming about it.

 

I had a few plans for this weekend in that I was going to go an visit my mother ‘oop North’ and go for a meal with some old friends from college, but after astronomical vets and household bills I found that my bank account is so low that the ATM laughed at me when I attempted to draw money out, so this is going to have to be put on hold until next week when I get paid. I don’t worry about things like this usually – the bills are paid, there is enough food in the house to last a while and I don’t have any events booked for the next few days – but it seems lately that when I do actually allow myself some personal time I find that the gods of finance are conspiring against me.

So, what to do with the next three days when, in true British style, it’s heavily raining outside? Any ideas?

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Brain Freeze and The Urge To Write

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This time in an evening is usually the point when I get an enormous urge to write. I have returned from work, changed my clothes, tied my hair up and put on a fluffy pair of socks and am settled on the couch with my hunger pains satisfied. I usually have some form of school work to do, which will be ongoing, but for an hour or so I like to get out my computer and read through some posts while I decide on my theme for the evening. The urge that presents itself is a strong one, almost compelling, and the satisfaction of pressing the ‘publish’ button provides an instant gratification, particularly when I am able to read some of your comments later on.

However, tonight was slightly different. I returned home late after watching a Drama performance and after I changed into my jammies I routinely sat down to release my brain from the frustrations of the day.

Zip. Zilch. Zero.

I’ve been staring at my screen for twenty minutes and I’ve got nothing. The urge is there, but my mind is blank. I’ve read through other posts, checked out Freshly Pressed, had a look at what is trending on Twitter… I’ve even looked at my friends Facebook status’s for inspiration, and while I’ve enjoyed reading everything, a theme isn’t jumping out of the screen and smacking me in the face like it usually does. It’s not like I haven’t got any ideas, I’m just not feeling satisfied with any of them… Incidentally, the irony of writing about not being able to write about anything has not been lost on me.

What about you? Do you ever suffer from cases of ‘blank screens and brain mush?’ If you have any ideas or themes, I’d love to hear them!

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