I started this blog as a means to vent my thoughts and feelings. I know some of you that read this know me and we speak, some of you will be reading this and know me and we don’t speak anymore (for whatever reason), some of you know of me through someone but have never actually spoken to me and some of you haven’t got the foggiest as to who I am at all and probably don’t give a fuck too. So I’m sat here in my Batman pjs, brew in hand with the dogs fighting at my feet and I’m wondering if the people that I don’t speak to anymore or those that are being nosey wonder if I’m going to spill the beans on them……well as it happens there’s this one story about someone that I know that is actually very good and I’m sure they mind me telling you….
Haha made you look. Seriously though that’s not going to happen. I might vaguely mention something in this or refer back to something that’s happened to me or a situation I’ve been in but secrets are secrets for a reason. Things shared in confidences just that. Everyone lies and has secrets. And if your sat in a room over the way from your significant other thinking “but they never hide anything from me, were honest about everything…” Bollox. Everyone had a secret or two (or several depending on the person). Not everyone tells everyone everything. And no one is honest all the time. There’s a bloody good reason for that too!!
Lie: Awww your baby is so cute!
Truth: a face only a mother could love
Lie: Oh yeah it fine, I don’t mind sharing my food.
Truth: I’m going to stab you with my fork if you try it again.
Lie: Sorry I’ve got no change on me.
Truth: I’ve got change I’m just got giving it to you.
Lie: Sorry I missed your call my phone was on silent.
Truth: I ignored your call because I was to busy on social media
Lie: what? No!! of course I don’t find them attractive!!!
Truth: What?? You’re telling me you can’t see they’re attractive!!??
Lie: Sorry I thought I’d replied.
Truth: I read it but I’m rude and don’t reply
Lie: I love you.
Truth: I don’t love you but that’s harder to say.
Lie: I’m happy.
Truth: I’m not happy but that’s harder to say
Lie: I don’t know what I want.
Truth: I do know what I want I’m just a bit to scared to admit it out loud.
We lie to protect people, we keep secrets to protect ourselves. People are fickle and judgmental. And no one likes being judged.
The thing with a blog is it’s not like Instagram stories or snapchat or Facebook where you can see your biggest social media stalker by looking at the list of people who have viewed the post (Which is an interesting I’ll tell you….) you can see the number of views and countries people are looking at the blog from. I would never put in here anything that I wouldn’t want sharing in a public forum. Because what’s more public than t’interweb???
My Facebook is super private, if you’re on mine consider that as if invite you in for a brew if you stopped by. My instagram is not. Instagram is for photos and sharing photos. I don’t have anything on there I want or need to hide from people. I’ve recently learnt that just because you’re not being directly followed on instagram doesn’t mean they’re not “following you”. My account is public and it always has been, I don’t put anything private on there (all those things are stored in my phone). So if your searching in here for some juicy gossip or any hint of something you might want to answer to you’re not going to find it.
Don’t get me wrong if I could do something like gossip girl did and dish out information and it not come back on my it would be very tempting. Just be drop well placed grenades in carefully timed scenarios would be to good to miss. don’t be all horrified at me saying that because you know you would if you could. Why do you think that program was so popular???!?
For those who either don’t like me or know me through someone that might be reading this. Hello! I see you! I’m actually doing really well. Thanks for checking in. I do think I about you now and again but it’s not few and it’s very fleeting, I blink and you’re gone. Sorry if that’s not what you want to hear. Some of you I don’t even think about (well up until this point I didn’t anyway)
But Unfortunately for me I don’t have access to the most scandalous stories.
And some of you know who I am so it’s not much of a secret.
But you know you love me