I’m secretly horrible. Only DH knows just how horrible I really am. I have my group of friends and I would do anything for them. There are family members I love dearly. But, there are so many more people I just wish would fuck off never to be seen again.
I have what I think is an unapproachable face, but if there’s someone out there who wants to make friends, they always come and talk to me and my heart sinks because I know I’m going to have to put on a face and pretend to be interested in what they’re telling me. And they always tell me the most personal things. Same with colleagues. I have a core group of people I work with very closely and they’re forever asking me to do things with them, and telling me huge, deeply personal things about their lives. I don’t give a shit. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to spend time with them. They irritate me. I just want them to do their jobs and leave me alone to do mine. But I have to be really positive and encourage them and pretend to care so they don’t get all upset and I don’t get moaned at for being an evil old cow. And I’m so resentful about it. Just fuck off and stop trying to force me to be your friend. I don’t have the energy.
I don’t like old men. They make my skin crawl. It doesn’t matter how long I’ve known them or how nice they are, whether they’re a relative or a colleague. I don’t want to be anywhere near them and I have to fight the urge to shudder and tell them to get away from me. There is a very simple explanation for this, which has left me with cptsd, but I have to take a deep breath and force myself to be normal with them.
I don’t like DH’s best friend. I think he’s stupid and his world has become so small that some of his opinions are insane. And he’s so bloody boring. He talks at me and I switch off, just mirroring his facial expressions and laughing when he does. He doesn’t need any input. And he’ll never know because I always make a big fuss of him, ask him about his life and make him feel welcome, because I love DH. But I wouldn’t care if I never saw him again.
I don’t really care about climate change. I think we’re beyond saving and what we’re doing now is like trying to extinguish a volcano with a can of Fanta. I recycle to avoid council fines, not because I think it will make any difference.
I think obesity can often be an eating disorder that needs psychiatric treatment in the same way that anorexia is treated. It’s great if the injections work, but if the original issue isn’t dealt with and new ways of eating aren’t learned, then is it only a matter of time before the weight goes back on? And I also think that people who complain about the burden on the NHS should think very carefully about their own circumstances. I don’t drive, why should my taxes go towards treating people who have been in car accidents? Or paying police officers to deal with motor incidents? I don’t have children, so why should my taxes go towards child benefit? I don’t exercise so why should I pay for treatment of your sprained ankle because you’ve decided to run around a park on a Sunday morning? I’ll be dead long before I get to state pension age, so why should I pay towards yours? We all benefit from other people paying towards something that they will never have any involvement with. That’s the whole point of tax and NI.
I think Amy Winehouse was massively over rated and the sitcom Friends wasn’t that great. I don’t like cats. I only hate one person and that is my neighbour. If a tree fell on her, I can’t promise I wouldn’t just look the other way and pretend I hadn’t seen.