That would be everyone then?
I decided to do a little bit of research into my love life a few weeks ago
And I typed ‘why am I attracted to crazy people’ into Google. (Please note, I wasn’t presuming I am remotely sane when I typed it…So it was more a ‘2 way’ research jobby ;))
Anyhoo, by the time I’d reached the bottom of page 2, I was a broken woman!
Firstly, it would seem that only women are deemed nutters, as every bleeding article for 2 pages was about crazy women…I’ve met my fair share of nutters and around half were male! As you might expect
Second…There was advice from a whole range of people – laymen, the experienced and broken hearted. The young, the old, and the professional experts…they all had something to say
The advice varied enormously, but the final thoughts added up to the same thing EVERY SINGLE TIME…
‘If your partners crazy run for the hills!’ (Summarised)
If you replaced crazy with ‘black’ or ‘wheelchair bound’, there would be 68 petitions banning the article… directly underneath it
But ohhhh no, not for the crazy people, leave them to rot ay? Even psychologists are throwing out this advice
Such empathy and warmth? Read the rest of this entry
What is the world coming to?
Last night, I was having a little session with Amy and my stereo for about half an hour, I’ll grant you it wasn’t on the quietest volume; but it wasn’t excessively loud! AND I respect the 11pm rule of silence… even though I live at opposite ends of the time continuum to the rest of the world, and screaming children at 7am; and arguments about who is gonna do the milk trip, are just as destructive to my sleep patterns, as music is past 11pm, for the normal people
It was approximately 7pm when a mini earthquake struck my lounge!
Being as I’m psychotic at the moment, it wasn’t the best phenomena for me to ponder over…I seriously thought I had morphed into a whole new land of new insanity, when everything began shaking. NOTE – I turned the music down immediately to investigate the drama
I have a little cupboard directly behind my TV stand which houses my electricity and gas meters. The newish neighbours next door who are too rude to say hello, began smashing some kind of heavy weapon against their side of my cupboard. I’m not sure what their weapon was but the door on the cupboard was forcing its way into the room, and pushing my television off the stand inch by inch with every blow. The glass shelf under the TV fell down, DVDs flew in every direction…and THEN a fucking great lump of concrete FLEW outta the cupboard and landed on my GLASS TV stand! Read the rest of this entry
Evolve people PLEASE! For Betty's Sake!
As a rule, I’m not a judgy person
I have an ability to see two sides of most situations; so when I see someone behaving like a twat, I can normally find some inner mercy for their idiot views/behaviours. Cos we’re all the way we are; because of where we’ve been and what happened when we got there!
My blind spot lies in my upbringing in Jolly Old Leytonstone. For all the many cultures I lived amongst, for all the differences I’ve bounced between, there was a steady message that permeated the lot in sunny East London, back in the day…
You DO NOT grass!
And you certainly DO NOT grass to the powers that be…
Unfortunately this little lesson didn’t reach 120 miles down the road
TRAGIC, in the eyes of Dawny…
During the last hose pipe ban in Norfolk, 35,000 people made the effort to sign onto the web, type in ‘Grass hotline number for Anglian Sewerage Co please’…and then they paid 20p to grass their next door neighbour up, for washing their car!
WTF??? Do any of you even know who has a hose pipe or an outside tap in your street? Read the rest of this entry
You have been typing bilge on your blog for 5 days now! 5 days!!!
You have been awake for too long, even by your standards
Life is not all about Indulgence, you have new responsibilities this year and you must step up. You are doing all work forms TODAY! TUESDAY!
Get off of Word Press until at least Friday morning
Go to the website your meant to be on all day, follow the links to the unseen activities and do some fooooooooking research into the coronary heart disease in Norfolk, or else you WLL FAIL the module.
Go to bed soon, you have 2 workmen coming into your world for 8 hours a day, for 5 long days. This makes you slightly insaner than normal; and you must prepare for the extra insanity by turning off this monitor!
You don’t know where the tea bags are, or the cat biscuits… and you need to find them both before 7am, and you need to take the 467 empty champagne bottles to the bottle bank before Mum gets here
You have a cold and no will power, and you need to go to the drop in centre for another asthma pump and some anti-biotics, before you get a bronchial infection and craps on the lungs, for the 3rd time in 3 months
Get a Grip…Go…Post this as a threat to yourself; and a continual reminder of your required abstinence here UNTIL Friday; and then shut me down!
Farewell Bloggus-sphere…at least untill my will power cracks
Whoever decided to name the common cold a cold, was obviously
A) As hard as nails
B) An idiot!
A foooooking cold ay?
Before I begin the analysis; please note that I have 2 full time, full on diseases. I won’t bore you with the details, just know that I’m noooo pussy 😉
Oh My Lordy Lord!!!
I have been bitch slapped to the ground with this mini ‘health-arama’; known as a cold
I am not cold, I am burning up
I have been coughing for the last 7 hours or so, solid. This has well and truly heated up both :- the tissue on my lungs; and my temper. As I’m slightly tired and sleep deprived…
But still not cold
I am ‘buckarooing’ all over the show, every time I cough or sneeze (every 10 seconds or so) and again, this increased activity is warming me up somewhat! STILL NOT COLD
I am surrounded by tissues. Some are dry and some are wet. None are cold Read the rest of this entry
From the archives of my mind
Back in the days…
I was a naughty, rebellious, authority despising, horrible little child. So I figured (early in life), if I re-produced, it would be a bad move. I thought Ms Karma would send me a child, ten times naughtier. But because Ms Karma is clever, my avoidance of the pain of ‘owning a rebel’; was over-ridden! She simply gave me a ‘Rebel Ball’ instead; for this lesson…and probably also as some kind of justice for my poor Mother :0
My RED bouncing ball…Do you own one too?
For each emotion I have a WHITE ball, a really bouncy one, and note… it bounces vertically only. The top to bottom of a bounce, covers a fair distance but I’m adjusted to this, and some bounces are fabulous, which makes their EXTENT both a blessing and a curse. Read the rest of this entry
Come Again Please?
Today’s random thoughts on ‘making sense’.
For every word of every language, there are multiple dictionary definitions, as well as the other definitions that are formed by our individual brains and experiences…
When discussing this earlier, this example explained the human ‘part’
Boy says…..’I’m shy’…..He says this with a whole host of memories, and feelings, and experiences, which have shaped his meaning of shy
Girl hears……’I’m shy’……She then processes this with her whole host of memories, and feelings, and experiences, which have shaped her meaning of shy
Their own understanding’s of ‘shy’ are different……as are the implications that the word ‘shy’ holds.
Now if every word has mass multiple definitions AND meanings, you then have to consider that people and their circles, naturally use words, with a COMPLETELY different meaning to the dominant and/or dictionary one’s, as they form their own little language communities. They then use these words OUTSIDE of their circles, when talking to people who have no idea WTF they meant by that 🙂
After all this confusion… Read the rest of this entry
Once you’ve been exposed to writing for your own, unrestrained narcissistic pleasure, your studies will be ruined FOREVER!
I used to enjoy the challenge of finding the ‘bestest’ and most eloquent phrases to explain my evidence
There was a day when I felt passion typing sentences like this :-
Dahlgren and Whiteheads diagram (Bird and Whitehead, 2012, p. 51) includes age, constitution and sex; drawing the powerful medical discourse, into the analysis. Marmot’s wide concept of the causes of health inequalities; allows all the evidence from different socioeconomic circumstances, to be considered in relation to health.
Until; the discovery of blogging. I found myself spreading my little writing wings, and I got to ramble on about sociology and Erving Goffman, whilst slipping in phrases such as ‘Trust the Goff’ and ‘He was one of the spangliest social thinkers ever to grace our pooey earth’…
Now that I have experienced the joy of being able to write spangly in a sentence
Now that I’ve been exposed to the wonder of being allowed to wink when I’m writing…well; my essays of joy have become
DRY DRY DRY AND PAINFUL AND…DRY
In spite of all the bilge I write here, I have never been so drained and bored, reading my own shite, as I was this morning (hard to believe I know ;)) Read the rest of this entry
Beep Beep; you F****!"$ Beep
OK, today I had a mind meander onto anger, aggression and the queen of stifled anger, Ms Passivo Agressive-us. Here it is…
I was a rage filled teenager and we could argue all day over why I was angry; but only half of you would agree on these reasons as any sort of explanation
So I will just tell you that I was angry, pretty much all day, every-day, and I am not proud to say that I had many fights when I was young (younger sorry ;))
What is a bit strange is this…Even whilst I was fighting, I hated violence and I hated doing it, in the moment; and for all the damage I did with my feet, I was never able to punch anyone in the face.
Now, just seeing two people fight makes me feel physically sick!
But sometimes, I still do not have control. A few moths back, I was out drinking with my gals on a rare night out, we had just left this cool little pub that has a piano in it, and I busted out a dodgy rendition of ‘Yesterday’ on the untuned keys, we all sang, made a lot of noise, and ohhhhh we laughed and laughed. A bit like a scene from an old London pub from the ‘Hippy-Days’. It was a great night and I certainly wasn’t angry. Drink generally makes me tell people I love them until I fall asleep.
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Of all the people to re-ignite my long-winded fire…
David Pooey Cameron
- Come again Cammy Boy? FAIR???
In reference to capping benefits at X amount of £’s, because there are people at home doing NOTHING (The lady being interviewed would be one of those affected by the new cap and the child benefit reforms, and she is mid way through doing the ‘nothingness’ it takes to rear 5 children; all the things she does to ensure their lives are safe! everyday). Defining this ‘life work’ as NOTHING is perhaps a more fundamental problem for ‘child benefit AND housing benefit’; than the problem of which family to rob first.
It seems Slavery (for parents this era) is back on the ‘forward thinking’ agenda!
He ‘toffed out’ his disgust that a person at home, should never ever be getting the equivalent of a £35k salary, after tax!
Which equates to around £28,000
Which is a lot of money!
(Like Parents, Surgeons are responsible for the safety of multiple humans every day, and I think they get a little more than 35k a year)
Single people who are unemployed people do not get £28,000!
Single people get about £57 a week to live, and pay all bills bar rent.
NOTE the significance of rent in his plans… Read the rest of this entry
Oh how you must have adored listening live to the utter chaos you created in my mind and living room for 6 long years: you really need to learn the basics of 2 people embarking on a relationship. Most of them end. I thought you were bright enough to grasp this at least… But I guess what with you being God and all that, i’m sure it was a new and uncomfortable feeling to digest, when you weren’t worshiped;
When i saw the red in the clear still water it made you squirm
Now all credit to ya, you did a grand job of painting the perfect pictures of my insanity and you played me like a fiddle you little marvel you. But here’s what your left with now, NOTHING. Because it was only ever a matter of time before you drove me so bonkers that I figured it was you girl…you behind it all. You are nothing more than a little teddy belly’d, ‘milky bar kid’ back stage bully. Too shy to show your face, to consumed with your godly sense of self to even understand the planned violation of another human! Guess what, I’ve already mass published every dark and twisty document for you, from my hard drive… to save you time and money. And the tall intriguing bullshit tales you have lovingly written have been sent to the globe and his mates too. My closet was opened years ago, yours?… stolen plugs are really quite easily replaceable and I expected a little more from you to be honest Read the rest of this entry
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Writing this actually proper hurt my brain. I had to think so hard to get this bloody lot out! I can’t bear scrolling down it one more time, so here it comes…
The deeply embedded idea that both science and medicine provide us with solid facts about disease and the physical world, is BULL CRAP!
When push comes to shove, for every truth you buy into, someone else will have been busy dis-believing it and proving it too. Evidence has officially never been so useless…
Or sought after
And we are told to believe experts! Well if they can’t make their bleeding minds up about what causes the a) and what thing solves the b) and where oh where c) really did come from. Why would we believe any of them?
Knowledge is learning everything about something; and knowing that nothing you’re learning is fact, more an insight into someone else’s surety around one ambiguous idea/topic. Read the rest of this entry
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More jolly i’m afraid; from current Mrs Jolly Pants (Moi)…
There is an illness out there called ‘Borderline Personality Disorder’ (borderline refers to being on the border of neurosis and psychosis) and the very route of addressing the problems that come with this disorder can only START; AFTER this universally shared trait of the illness is dealt with…
People with BPD; when they feel in danger… with no awareness whatsoever that they are doing it…automatically think the worst first; believe it as truth; and roll with the emotions that ‘the worst’ produces.
An example on a small teeny tiny scale is…I send a text to someone (who I fear may be placing my love for them in danger) and they don’t reply for three hours. My FIRST AUTOMATIC assumption for their silence is either, they hate me, they are dead, they are busy slagging me off, they read my text and thought ‘oh do one you dramatic wench, you irritate me’ etc etc
Now, when you go to therapy, they first tell you that although these assumptions are possible and sometimes correct in life, it is just as possible that they may have had no battery, they fell asleep, they read it when they looked at their phone and text you straight back…
Then you nod and think Bollox 😉 Read the rest of this entry
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Where do I start
What do you do when someone you love has done things to you that have rendered you incapable of trusting them, but you know they have done these things without any malice or awareness, let alone intent?
What do you do when you know they are a wonderful person, but also not the person you thought they were?
What do you do when someone has broken your heart over and over and over, but you know they did none of it intentionally?
What do you do when they can’t see why they have broken you?
What do you do when someone has lied to you, sometimes to protect you and sometimes not, but lied often enough, that you wanna believe their words of grandeur, but you can’t even believe their tiny words anymore? Read the rest of this entry
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Life is a BITCH!!!
I have worked my ass off for years, trying to build bits in my brain that draw my perception of reality somewhere more in line with the average person (chortle chortle at the idea of an ‘average’ person (do you know any? ;)). Back in the day ‘average’ was a mathematical term, which needed to stay where it belonged in my humble opinion; defining numbers not people) anyway, back onto the other rage filled track I was on…
As I was saying, years I’ve worked my ass off, and I’ve lost it again. I only know this because I’ve just had a conversation with my best friend who has gently filled me in on the levels of my vile spitting tongue and the extremes of my warped mind processes. Apparently the levels are previously unseen. It would take me 14 years to explain the following statement properly but i’m sure you can still apprecite it’s pooey-ness…he kindly said Read the rest of this entry
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I guess the ego wishes for this kind of recognition and understanding,
And even the stupidest of people know that the ego is responsible for most quasi-woes,
But sometimes we’re forced to listen to it anyway because unfortunately, none of us manage to escape its existence within us, and subsequently we’re all plagued by its irritating wails for attention,
Am I selfish for needing someone to see how hard this is for me?
Am I a bad person for wanting someone to just understand why I’m all over the place, verbally, emotionally, cognitively? Does anyone see the cost and also the intention? Read the rest of this entry
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The Media – Arguably the most influential of all the ‘institutions’ of our bizarre time, for instilling lorry loads of clap-trap into our conscious and subconscious minds. In a quest to warp rational thought; re-shape opinions based on logic and experience, into those based on tripe instead, tripe masquerading as fact. And also of course, to make us purchase Levi’s, just because fit guys wash them in 1970’s styleee romanticised launderettes…
Now we Brits are known for many things but I don’t think naivety is one of them. I think 99% of us KNOW that ‘A source said’ is poorly obvious code for ‘Beth in the gossip column made this up in the brainstorming session this morning’! Read the rest of this entry
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A word of warning, coupled with an apology for the mess that is now my home page. Do not attempt to change the theme on your blog, whilst bored and ‘insomniac’d up’, IF you are working from a blessed iPad ;// My poor page is transformed beyond recognition, Read the rest of this entry
Now some people have suggested that I am mentally ill. Shrinks, Doctors, Psychologists, CPN’s etc. I prefer to suggest that I am a little stranger than some, but this is just due to the many varying ‘personality types’ in society. Difference does not automatically equal sick! I may have some chemical surges and dips, and […]