- A good weekend has been had all in all, despite all the crap of last week. I spent last night with my sister and brother in law eating tapas and drinking sangria in Barca. I'm generally not a fan of tapas (I don't like the sharing element which I believe is implied in it - like Joey in "Friends", I don't really like to share food) but this was delicious. Much hilarity also ensued when I took a document relating to the hassle of the last few days out to show my sister and accidentally manage to launch the paperclip holding it together into the jug of sangria. It's amazing the things that become amusing when one is drunk. That being said, even the waitress was amused.
- On my way home, I helped a drunk girl pick up her much drunker friend. She just decided to fall over on the pavement in Byres Road. As far as I could see, she didn't even TRIP, just collapsed in a heap, right next to where a guy was begging. The beggar was VERY put out, he actually MOVED. I think he thought she had stole his thunder a bit. He may have also wanted to steal her purse, which had fallen on the ground, but I had already picked that up and handed it to her very embarrassed friend so I got the evil eye too. By the time we managed to pick her up, quite a crowd had gathered. It was quite amusing.
- I text my sister to tell her that and she said that would be good karma. She wasn't wrong. I got home to realise that Scotland and England had drew in the rugby. I had put 5 pounds on a draw earlier, and the odds had been 20-1. I made 100 quid! Woohoo!
In other news . . .
I've had a lot of time to think in the past few days and I've came to some realisations.
I sometimes feel like a bit of a child-woman. For someone who is 30, I'm pretty much stuck in my teens. My biggest responsibility is making sure I get to work on time and pay my rent. I have no kids, no savings, I wouldn't have the first CLUE how to get a mortgage. I can't drive, I float through life with a certain recklessness, worrying about things but just assuming they will right themselves eventually, it will all balance itself out in the end. Perhaps I'm more of a hippy than I realise. I'm not pro-active, I am REactive. I think people also think I have a tendency to be a walkover. This is probably because I'm easygoing and I detest confrontation. Therefore I'll back down or not speak my mind if faced with the potential of an argument.
Which essentially is what a walkover is, I guess.
But I'm made of sterner stuff than people think. I know others who would probably go and curl up in a foetal position after the events of the past few days, retreat to their bed and sob, beg off with stress. I'm NOT that kind of person. I may be a crybaby; it's completely embarrassing how easily tears come sometimes - but I am NOT a wimp. I am stronger than a lot of people. I am a survivor. I am going to tackle this problem head-on, not wait for it to catch me off-guard again. I am NOT going to be walked over this time.
I will not allow it.
Off to do some baking now. Perhaps you might even get a recipe post tomorrow. (Or perhaps not . . .)