All these pretenders, pretending to be.

Hang on, wait a minute… So you’re telling me, you’ve all gathered together in one house for the purpose of watching Eurovision together (which is, in itself, totally ridiculous).

But now you’re all sitting on your phones tweeting about it at the same time?

What the fuck has happened to the world?

So like, 90% of the time, I think I would be as well to delete this blog cos I don’t really have anything to say.

But then I remember that I don’t have anywhere else to have an anonymous rant when the need arises. 

So that’s pretty much what you guys will get subjected to. 

Lucky, lucky.

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I forgot to tell you that I was offered a job as a nurse.

That’s exciting.

You know when someone says something like “It’s going to be a wild one; I can feel it in my bones!” that they have, in fact, never done a wild thing in their life.

Yes, I am a judgemental bitch. And what?

I am never going to be okay with this. Never.

Tonight my best friend came down and we chatted for ages and had a couple of drinks and then drank tea and ate toast and it was nice just to talk about stuff that no one else has the time to talk about.

It was good. I needed it so badly. Now I’m in bed but I can’t sleep. I’m not grumpy about it though. I feel better than I have done in a while.

My best friend is on her way down to Edinburgh from Aberdeen for some “besties” time, because we haven’t seen each other in ages.

I have to tell you, this is exactly what I need right now.

Very excited.

There are only so many Instagram sunsets I can look at before I start throwing things at my computer screen. 

It frustrates me that this stupid app has turned everyone into a would-be “photographer”.

Fuck up.

I think, really, if you can’t try to make me feel better when I am feeling like shit, then the least you could do is try not to make me feel even worse.

What’s the hurry?

So my sister recently had a baby boy. He’s nearly 6 weeks old now, and he’s an amazing baby. He’s a pretty big boy for his age and every time I see him, it’s like he’s grown up a bit more. He just doesn’t want to hang around.

They came over to visit on Monday and stayed overnight. It was pretty awesome to get the opportunity to hang out with the wee guy and I was just amazed at how comfortable I am with him and how relaxed I feel about holding him and feeding him and all the stuff. I guess that must be like a genetic thing or whatever, cos I have never been comfortable around babies before.

Anyway. The point of this entry is that it made me think about some stuff and gave me a sort of fresh outlook, if you will, on life and how we all live it.

I was sitting there, keeping an eye on the baby while my sister was getting ready. He was asleep (it was mid-afternoon and he’d not long been fed which equals nap time in baby world). And it made me think about how basic human needs are when we’re little. 

In a kind of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs-esque way, a baby basically needs nothing more than support to eat, sleep and eliminate, and he cries in order to tell us that he needs something. And that’s pretty much it. That’s his life. And it’s only once those basic needs are fully met that we begin to start complicating things, by “needing” more. And then some more after that. And on and on ad finitum.

Until it gets to the stage where everything is so convoluted and complex that we don’t even remember what it was like to need nothing more than sustenance and sleep.

I guess it just made me think about how it would be nice for everything to be more basic and less stressful. I think we need to remember that stuff sometimes, especially when we’re wound up and everything seems to be going crazy. I guess that is pretty much why people need to get away and spend some time on their own when things get too much. It’s a chance to breathe and just get back to the basics, without all the stress.

I hate the thought of my nephew getting caught up in all the drama that is life, but that’s what’s coming for him. And he should probably slow down ‘cos it’ll just come all the quicker if he doesn’t.

This sounds more negative than I mean it to. He’ll be fine. He’s the coolest baby going, and he has some very cool people around him to make sure he does okay.