Month: April 2012

Feel the fear and do it anyway!

It has been a strange month, there’s been good days and bad days, but despite my best laid plans I’ve been letting the bad days dwell on me more than I probably should considering the good days actually outnumbered them.

Family and friends have been really supportive, something I’ll always be grateful for, but, me being me, I tend to get over reliant on others at times like this. Everyone needs a support system around them, I don’t deny that, but there’s a difference between accepting help when you truly need and becoming dependent on others to get you through even the simplest of things. It’s a fine line and one that I’m very close to crossing so it’s time for a change.

Continue reading Feel the fear and do it anyway!

Public displays of affection

Reading this post over on F is for… got me thinking about public displays of affection and they’re not something I normally give much thought to.

It’s not something that bothers me; gay, straight, trans, bisexual, or none of these, I’m unlikely to pay attention to whose hand you’re holding or mouth you’re kissing. Unless you’re actually standing in my way in the street or sitting in front of me in the cinema and distracting me from the movie then my view is do whatever makes you happy with whoever makes you happy (as long as you realise you’re in public obviously). Even then you can continue to do as you please but be prepared for me to ask you to move out of my way first.

Continue reading Public displays of affection

The weirdest week

It kinda crept up on me and, suddenly, hit me full force across the head all at the same time. It’s possible that there were little signs that I didn’t pick up on, actually if I’m being honest then I definitely missed a sign or two but the first I realised anything was really wrong was when the floaty feeling reared its head on Monday morning.

It’s like I’m in the corner of the room watching everything that happens, both, around me and to me but I’m not inside my own head enough to be in real control of any of it.

 

Continue reading The weirdest week

I hate the word closure, but…

There’s no two ways about it, the first time you see your ex after the break up is bound to be all kinds of awkward. You can plan it out in your head a million times over but it’s never gonna play out like that.

Maybe it would have been different if we’d arranged to meet up instead of unexpectedly bumping into each other in this city that is too damn small at times but seeing her really knocked me for six. Just as an aside, we had originally arranged to see each other shortly after she moved home but at the last minute we both realised, separately, that we weren’t ready to face each other yet so it didn’t happen.

Continue reading I hate the word closure, but…