The art of the witty comeback.

 

I can be sarcastic, I can be a snotty cow. I can drop a one liner worthy of a jaw drop. 

But for the most part they stay in my head. My observations, my bitchy comments, they are internal. My filter is good. I hear a question, the sarky answer is said in my head and something innocuous comes out in its place. It works, life isn't a conflict, people remain happy and confrontations are avoided. 

But if I've been hurt or feel aggrieved, sometimes when drunk....the filter gives up on itself. The brain wants all to know that there's no wool over the eyes, that I'm more aware than I'm letting on and out comes what's in my head. 

Sometimes my brain has the wrong idea. Sometimes I listen to my gut instead and that filter is working fine. 

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Social non-niceties

Social media. Is it the big Evil we think it is? Or are we our own worst enemies? 

Does it make a stalker out of the most chilled person? Why do we look into people's lives? I don't think I'd have the energy to peer through curtains all day long, yet feel nothing at looking at a strangers profile. Then seeing something I don't like and having an opinion on it. 

And I pretend my opinion is valid. But I'm nobody's keeper. People have their choices to make. They choose to spend their nights with whom they choose. Those other people then put their pictures on social media (you with me so far?). I then think I am entitled to an opinion. I'm not. Entitled that is. 

Rather I should harness that energy into other things. Harness it into wondering why things are made so public these days? Harness it into understanding the choices of people? And most importantly harness it into myself. 

Social media be damned, it's more about people and how they're the equivalent of the 50's housewife who had to have all the modcons to compete with the Jones'. I don't need to compete. The Jones' suck. I rock. Fore ah am a cat. 

Ps just another blog starting in half a direction and ending up in another. I miss a proper keyboard. 

Naps that aren't epic

The thing with afternoon naps is that you should only have them when you are going to be active after. It's a timing issue. You can have a nap in the pm but not after 5 (unless you are going out). Have a nap then, and you had better prepare yourself for a shit nights sleep. 

You'll watch all the tv you can until 1.30am. Without realising the time....it'll feel like it's 9pm. You'll write some pretty dire dross until about 3 and then you'll think "AHA - I'm tired" and you'll stretch yourself out in the bed. At 430 you'll wake up thinking it is midnight. And manage a nap here and there until 7am where you'll fall into the deepest sleep, ever conscious that it'll be a 10 coffee day as you're up in 2 hours. 

And you'll think "hang on....wait...wait. ...oh did I have something on my mind, was I waiting?"  But no, you just had an ill-timed afternoon nap. Simple as. 

Of books

See I've done a lot of writing over the last week. Turns out tuning into my emotions is a good thing. However, writing like that isn't really going to get you a deal...unless of course you're Sylvia Plath or Adele. 

I had this conversation where I said, I probably wasn't good enough to write a book. I probably wasn't good enough for anything other than short pieces or prose. I believed it. 

Then on Monday night, during my no-sleep coffee epic, I wrote a whole ton of stuff and it was good. So on Tuesday I carried on for a few hours, same on Wednesday and Thursday- you get where I'm going with this? 

I have now done about 15 hours. And I am good enough. Even with my most critical eye. 

I might not be an actress, a singer, a player of instruments, a crafter or even a painter. But I am a writer. That's enough. 

Heels and cat skin

Last night in the wee hours of the morning (ha!)....we were talking about places I want to do crazy things with TB. 

How good was that? Awesome. 

I knew that fun cat was in there. Lost her for a while playing Ms Domesticated but I don't like homework/housework. ;-) 

I actually like being spontaneous and excitable. I like how we talk now...it's so good. 

I like being away from home....to drive cross country in SA was fabulous and I have a need to do that again in another country. Wind in my sails (hair), stopping off the beaten track. Shnuggling it up wherever and whenever the mood takes us. 

Awesome man

In and our jokes 

Epic naps 

Word play

Fore play 

Cat skins

Bear tales 

Fishing casinos

Wishing on dreams

Tripping on roads

Love Laughter Shtuffs 

2 April 2016

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Warm up the ice

Beat down on me oh sunshine. 

Show me your warm and happy rays. Heat me up from the inside out. 

Defrost me 

Let me bask. 

Please