Feels

While readers of this blog are well aware of what kinds of things I talk about, they are not aware of everything, like such as what I refuse to.

Expression of feelings for me, is an almost alien concept, one which I’ve never fully understood and have doubts about whether or not I ever will. While I’m not necessarily and emotionless robot, it wouldn’t be a inaccurate conclusion as in short, I never talk about my “feelings”.

Feels… everywhere!

The reason behind this, I think, is largely because as a being which takes much pride in thinking about the world logically, that something such as emotions, which can cloud ones judgement and cause friction between parties, is illogical.

Using this reasoning, I often prefer to “bottle up” emotions and only really show them in explosive outbursts, which are a direct result of my stoic outlook on life.

Not only do I find emotions illogical and irrelevant, I often have trouble figuring out why I have them and sometimes wonder if I have a mental health issue or something.

I am certainly aware that I have a moderate case of insomnia (which has led me to write this) and some anxiety issues, but I don’t quite exactly know if I have a certain disorder or if I am just being hysterical.

I really need to book an appointment with the doctor and see if I can get referred as this is really messing with me now as I recently got crewed over as a result of it.

I hope to go over this more in the coming weeks as I’ve merely scratched the surface.

Anyone got any advice, feel free to leave it in the comments!

Sal.

Black Monday

As I got up yesterday at 5pm, I was effectively wide awake around this time yesterday, so it meant I managed to stay up to the very liberal hour of 3am. Another night of pointless facebook games I started off slowly, actually checking my other profile to see if this Canadian girl I used to be good friends with, had blocked me or not (which she did )’:), which I only really took notice to due to a funny image I found on Facebook relating to Canadian accents, which I have posted below.

Lord Thunderin’!

Everyone took the piss out of her accent anyway, so it as cool, lol. But she was really nice anyway, i wish i still knew her. I love Canadian accents as they’re so diverse and reminds me a lot of Irish accents, especially with the language they use. Newfie being my favourite one.

Anyway, enough of rants about Canadia (NO, I DON’T MEAN CANADA), onto business. Well nothing really is the business so there’s nothing much to say, which when I say usually means I have a lot to say, So for today’s installment of “Life on the Open blue sea” I have very much to say. There. I said it.

Well yeah and no. But I did finally catch up with my James bond bonanza. I watched For Your Eyes Only, which somehow, and quite frankly weird as fucking shit-ly, I had already seen it. At least most of it. While I could remove my eyes from the screen when Bibi Dahl (played by real finger skater, Lynn-Holly Johnson)  was on – she is/was an incredibly sexy blonde, albeit, an annoying whiny one, I couldn’t be asked to sit through a whole hour of a film I’d already seen.

Her tasty self!

Today being the 5th of November, means that it is Guy Fawkes Night in the British Isles and a select few Commonwealth countries. This includes Ireland, which despite being of 95% Catholic, they know little about that fact that the bonfires were originally build to burn effigies of the Pope himself. Unless your Ian Paisley,  I doubt many people will accept that very well. They may even adopt the Rev. Paisley’s staunch tactic of saying No! to everything.

Mind you, in the Irish language, there exists no such words as thank you. well there does, but it’s seldom used, at least directly anyway. There defiantly isn’t a word for have, as they would say ‘I’m after doing….’ instead of ‘I have done….’. If the word No! was widespread used throughout Ireland, I suppose the hospitallic nature of the Irish race would fall apart as they would be effectively tell everyone else to feck off.

I must go. I’m after falling asleep here already. Be good, and all that other bollocks. Good night 😀

Boring Waste of a Day

A short post for today, but I’ll tell you why if you be so kind to read on.

Today was a shit day as last night had real difficulty in getting to sleep. This meant that I didn’t actually to sleep last night. When I heard my mother get up at 5am, I thought why not go say hello before she leaves.

So yeah, I got up, had some tea and a marmalade on toast (how quintessentially English), and waved her goodbye. I went on the computer to take over her Farmville, et al Facebook games for her to harvest her stuff.

It was freezing bass monkeys, but despite making the decision to stay up for the day, i went to bed because it was sooooooooo bloody cold. Anyway, I did that, and ended up falling asleep.

I was absolutely gutted when i woke up at 5pm, having wasted the whole day on doing nothing. Total shit. At least now I’ve had time to listen to my Short Wave radio, which was quite fun. I might make this into a habit. The listening thing on Sunday nights, not the sleeping all day thing.

Romania Radio International (RRI) were doing their annual Listener’s Day today, which was quite interesting. Their topic was on “Europe” and had all sorts of stuff about it from their listeners, and some stuff about how radio is still a good way to get information out to people, despite the internet taking its place in a way.

they said that Europe comes from “Europa”, who was a Phoenician Princess or something. She was mean to have been very beautiful which was meant to have been how the continent got its name, from being very pretty.

I have little to write about today, as I said, I did very little. All I can say is that I could murder some pizza now. I wonder if there’s some left in the freezer. I’ll defiantly be cooking some, regardless of whether or not it is 23:47 GMT (more quintessential Englishness) or not.

So I’m off to have some pizza. Remember, Be good! And If you can’t be good, Stay Out of Trouble. 😀