How exciting! I've set up a blog. Quite how anybody will actually find it to read it is anybody's guess, but I don't suppose that matters. It will just be nice to have an outlet for all my little rants, all the simmering irritation, and the misanthropic, bitchy things I won't say around friends because they think I am a Positive, Cheerful and Nice Person. It will be good to share my musings on the little foibles of everyday life, such as the pain of accidentally biting your own fork very hard, the inability of most of my fellow humans to use an apostrophe correctly, or the inevitable disappointment one feels at the dismal contents of Christmas crackers or the foil-covered dishes on a tray of in-flight food.
But as I sit here in my room on a cold Sunday evening in December, listening to Pink Floyd and watching the cat lick its balls, I can't decide whether I've set up this blog to express my thoughts and feelings and give myself a much-needed creative outlet, or whether it's just because I have an essay to write and I've run out of other forms of procrastination.
I think it's probably a blend of the two.
So this is my first stab. Things have not been easy lately and although I am quite a good human being really, the sort who cries at a really touching episode of Wife Swap and donates money to The Dogs Trust, I am really pissed off at the moment. It does feel at times as if the whole world is trying to get under my skin. Or that the whole world doesn't really care at all. And I'm not sure which is worse. So I will be using this space to complain until I feel better, and perhaps it might make for interesting reading in the meantime.
Better make a start on that essay now.... Fingers crossed my head won't explode...
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