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Why am I so sad at the moment?
Dec. 6th, 2004 10:50 pmI wish I could provide an answer for the above question. I've now been back in London for 6 weeks and nothing bad is happening. The new job is hectic but good, it's certainly not what is causing me to feel so tearful right now. Hmmmm. It always worries me when I get upset for no reason, I wonder whether somthing bad has happened to someone I know which I haven't been told about yet. Although, I'm not supersticious and I don't believe in psychics/mediums etc, I often feel bad when someone close to me has been hurt or is feeling sad, even when I haven't heard from them for ages.
Maybe I'm just tired. I don't seem to have managed more than 5 hours sleep in a night since I've been back from Plymouth. My weekends have been almost as hectic as my weeks.
Cardiff ex has gone travelling again. South Africa until March, then a return visit to Australia and NZ followed by a tour of South America ending in Santiago in time to be back in St Albans for cricket season. He's refusing to send out group emails this time around and has requested that everyone signs up to WAYN.com, a website for the travelling community. I signed up tonight and I can guarantee that I'm the most boring person on there. I haven't left the UK since August 2001! Anyway, he held a leaving do on the Saturday before last. Having refused to meet up with me before I went away to Plymouth and failing to get in contact with me, one line emails aside, the entire time I was there, he invited me along. I was strong, made my excuses and spent the evening in question watching 'Love Actually' on DVD. Cardiff ex is a good bloke, but we have nothing in common. Him conservative, capitalist, cricket loving, traveller whose idea of good party music is The Levellers and 70s tack. Me idealistic but cynical, craft loving, cake baking, homebody who loves dance music. Additionally, he wanted lots of children. I don't want any. The relationship wasn't going anywhere and he needed to learn that I won't always be around to act as his 'reasonable looking blonde bird'.
Maybe I'm just tired. I don't seem to have managed more than 5 hours sleep in a night since I've been back from Plymouth. My weekends have been almost as hectic as my weeks.
Cardiff ex has gone travelling again. South Africa until March, then a return visit to Australia and NZ followed by a tour of South America ending in Santiago in time to be back in St Albans for cricket season. He's refusing to send out group emails this time around and has requested that everyone signs up to WAYN.com, a website for the travelling community. I signed up tonight and I can guarantee that I'm the most boring person on there. I haven't left the UK since August 2001! Anyway, he held a leaving do on the Saturday before last. Having refused to meet up with me before I went away to Plymouth and failing to get in contact with me, one line emails aside, the entire time I was there, he invited me along. I was strong, made my excuses and spent the evening in question watching 'Love Actually' on DVD. Cardiff ex is a good bloke, but we have nothing in common. Him conservative, capitalist, cricket loving, traveller whose idea of good party music is The Levellers and 70s tack. Me idealistic but cynical, craft loving, cake baking, homebody who loves dance music. Additionally, he wanted lots of children. I don't want any. The relationship wasn't going anywhere and he needed to learn that I won't always be around to act as his 'reasonable looking blonde bird'.
