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Therapy

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It has been said on numerous occasions that I need therapy, because I am crazy don’t think the way I should do. Well, I’ve always been a bit ditzy, but surely that’s no reason for therapy? Can I blame my GCSE grades and college diploma on being insane? ;)

I’ve always said this blog is my therapy, so I’m gonna list the things in which I need to change my thinking, and then err, think differently. I do feel though that this will slightly ruin the point of being me. Do I really need a new me? I’m quite good at being stuck in my old ways. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. But anyway, I shall try.

*Family;
Mother & Sister & Brother-in-Law-to-be

*Self;
Appearance, Confidence

*Past;
Forgive, Accept

*Money
Spend

*Insecurities
I’m sure there are many

[Feel free to tell me any I've missed. I'm sure you may have picked up on a few!]

Personally, I wouldnt mind this kind of therapy…

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Do you not think that would be much better? Should be free on the NHS in my opinion ;)

So I guess in order to think differently about these subjects, I’m actually gonna have to write about them more. Oh, you poor readers! Aren’t you in for a boring time treat!

Listography; Top 5 Phrases That Drive Me Crazy

This week Kate is asking us what are those phrases which drive us crazy.
And oh, there are a few.

Keep your eyes peeled
This makes me cringe, every time. I imagine someone trying to peel back my eyelids, and gauge out my eyes. I can’t not take that phrase literally. Just don’t say it!

Shit’s gonna hit the fan
Again, seriously. Not an image I want in my mind! Something bad’s gonna happen, there will be an argument. Whatever. But in no case, is any shit going to hit a fan. And if that ever were to happen. I don’t want to be there.

You’re the quiet one
No, I’m not. I just met you. You don’t know me. But somehow, you decided this was the first thing you were going to say to me, repeatedly? You’re just not worth talking to.

That’s what she said
No she didn’t. Just shut up.

It’s always in the last place you look
Yes, it is. Why would you continue looking when you have found it? It will be, inevitably.

That’s all I’ve got really. Please avoid using the afore mentioned phrases and we shall get on just fine :)

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Do Men Ever Grow Up?

Men are actually infuriating.

Mr Married Man has spat his dummy out again. It’s actually rather hard to have an argument on BBM. I get his messages, but mine send with a 20 minute delay. So he doesn’t get my replies for 20 minutes. And then it decided to send them in the wrong order. Or not at all. Yay. Blackberry, I hate you.

I like to speak my mind, because otherwise I will have something stuck in my mind, and it will grow into something completely insane. So I said it. Somtimes it seems like you only want me for a baby. Everything just seems to be about a baby nowadays. He replied I want you, and I want us to be together, and because of that I want us to have a baby IF you do too Good answer. But he couldn’t just stop there. This turned into the most hurtful thing I had ever said to him apparently. That I was accusing him. That I had called him some weirdo. That I’m horrible to him. That I have too many doubts and concerns about him and his motivations. Motivations? It sounds like a murder enquiry now.

Mr Married Man has now decided May if far too soon, and 2013 is the earliest a baby is going to happen. Notice I said Mr Married Man has decided. I don’t even get a say in this anymore.

At least he thinks we’ll still be together in 2013. That’s a long way away.
But if I’m so horrible to him, then why would he want to be with me?

I wanted to finish my Christmas shopping finished this morning. I only have until tomorrow morning, then I’m pretty much screwed. I can’t face going out yet though, I’m all puffy eyed. Not attractive. I also need to pack for going home.

I just want to crawl back into bed and start the day again. I don’t wish for it to be tomorrow, because time is needed at the moment. Christmas has crept up on me, and I don’t like it one bit.

I hate crying still, it’s pointless. But at least it shows I care more about this than I thought.

I asked my friend a question:

This morning I had a loving boyfriend who wanted to have a family with me and give me everything I could ever want. Am I crazy for wanting a baby with him, or crazy for throwing it all away?

The reply

Love makes people do crazy things, Mistress Mummy. It’s not something I can answer, its for you to decide. You need to decide if he makes you happy more than he makes you sad

I can’t find the comment, but someone else also suggested I write a list of Pro’s and Con’s. I saw this done on an episode of Friends. Ross did it about Rachel. She found it, and it didn’t end well. So I’m slightly put off that idea.

I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what he decides yet

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