Since last I wrote I have mostly been thinking that I really shouldn’t leave it so long before I blogged again….
I’m not quite ready for another update yet – I’ve got stuff to tell you about, for sure, but you know – recalibrating brain and all that. Anyhow, as luck would have it I’ve got a perfect excuse to write a little post because there’s this whole Weird Wednesday thing going on. And yes – I know it’s Thursday today. Weird Wednesday on a Thursday – how does that grab you for weird?!
The prompt for this week is as follows:
Weirdest thing about you that other people don’t usually know
Believe me, I’ve thought about this one long and hard and the thing is, I pretty much wear my weird on my sleeve so I’m not entirely sure that there is anything weird about me that my nearest and dearest don’t already know about. So I’m terrified of feet but that’s no secret, I HATE it when people don’t close drawers and cupboards but I HATE it so much that I make my feelings known, I ABSOLUTELY refuse to have the ‘big light on but again, that’s just one of those things about me that may well be weird but is very definitely known….. I asked Mr Awesome Thing Number Five what he thought was the weirdest thing about me. He suggested that it’s the fact that I don’t use water when I brush my teeth but for my part I would argue that it isn’t weird AT ALL because water just dilutes the toothpaste anyway……
So – on reflection I have concluded that if there is anything weird about me, then people pretty much know about it already. So instead of that I’ve decided to have a bit of a rant about something about me THAT IS NOT WEIRD AT ALL but that other people seem to be completely unable to get their heads around. And it’s this:
I am thirty four years old and I am not, nor have I ever been, married. Nor do I have any children. Some people find that COMPLETELY and UTTERLY impossible to comprehend and assume that my life has been empty and loveless and unfulfilled and pretty much pointless. Those people are WRONG.
Who’d ever have thought that a person of the female persuasion could reach her thirties and have three graduate degrees, a career, friends, and loved ones and A LIFE OF HER OWN without having first made herself ‘Mrs’ somebody and a mummy to boot?
Apparently it’s weird and I am constantly subjected to ‘it’ll be you next’ comments at weddings and baby related events. I’m usually pretty polite about it but here in this little corner of wordpress I’m going to ‘fess up. When people say those things to me I would like to tell them to FUCK RIGHT OFF before administering a short, sharp, poke in the eye.
So there you go. Society tells me that being my age, unmarried and childless is weird. I say…. Fuck a duck – life feels pretty damn good to me.
Love you lots like jelly tots,