The only reason I ever feel compelled to write here now is because what I want to say is inappropriate for Facebook.
And I've learned a bit about 'appropriateness' on Facebook. Ahem. I'll leave it there.
I feel like this blog is a one-sided thing I've got going here...And one-sided things are annoying. Like people who talk, endlessly about themselves. Which, I realize, is this entire blog. Ahem. Remember, if you recognize the hypocrisy - it's not as bad.
Today's compulsion comes from sitting through yet another session of ballet. There's a woman at the Little Girl's ballet studio who needs a big steaming cup of Shut The Fuck Up. I sit there for an hour, every week, and listen to her yammer on and make furtive eye-contact with other people too polite to strangle her. I can't promise that person won't be me.
It's one thing is she's blabbering about something interesting, i.e. not herself, but holy mother of God, that woman is annoying. And if it wasn't filled with tales about how perfect her child is, I wouldn't hate it so much. But honestly, a little dose of humility is a good thing.
There. I'm done.
Thank you for reading/listening/leaving spam comments.
Peace out.
2 comments:
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Ha! Fooled you! It's an actual human reading your blog! Bwahahahahaha.
ugh. My mum is one of those people. She's either talking about herself her bragging to others about how perfect her kids are. I have to hold myself back from telling people she's exaggerating the truth and then tell them all the naughty things her children have done and all our flaws :P
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