Evening out
Well, this is a surprise, no? I've not posted as much as this in a long while! Perhaps returning to writing as of form of mental purging? Could be a worthy explanation, but it does mean that my mind generates one helluva lot of crap!
Off to the theatre this evening, glad to be going though admitedly I've no idea what it is I'm going to see anymore. Agreed to buy a ticket in a fit of assent one night at rehearsal, so we'll see. Do me good to get out of the house and go somewhere that isn't the station, the supermarket or work. Have been revolving in my little, eingeschraenkt world for far too long. Difficult to get out of a rut though. This will make a difference, since I'll have to talk to these people both before performance, after performance and in the interval. A performance of my own? *grin* Now that makes me sound either deeply shallow or deeply schizophrenic, eh? Well, bloggardes, most of you know me as a person, so you can make your own judgement.
Am missing having plenty of people to talk to about anything and whatever. Some people at work I can be entirely comfortable with, but not all; mostly because there is something about them I dont like, or get the feeling they dont like me. I'm good at making large expansive mountain ranges out of molehills, but I'm also good at hiding that fact from other people. Still waters, people, still waters......
Jeez, what blather. But the rule is, once typed, goes undeleted! So you'll have to put up with that ramble.
Exchanged a few messages with Martin today, seems like the man is having a bit of a rough time of it. Always sad to hear that, and as I regularly resolve, I should go and see people a lot more often. He's only down the road, and so handy for so many other people. Any other Southampton-ites fancy a visit? Or you could all come up the smoke and I'll see you for a change? Ditto to anyone else out there.....come and visit me before I come and visit you!
Off to the theatre this evening, glad to be going though admitedly I've no idea what it is I'm going to see anymore. Agreed to buy a ticket in a fit of assent one night at rehearsal, so we'll see. Do me good to get out of the house and go somewhere that isn't the station, the supermarket or work. Have been revolving in my little, eingeschraenkt world for far too long. Difficult to get out of a rut though. This will make a difference, since I'll have to talk to these people both before performance, after performance and in the interval. A performance of my own? *grin* Now that makes me sound either deeply shallow or deeply schizophrenic, eh? Well, bloggardes, most of you know me as a person, so you can make your own judgement.
Am missing having plenty of people to talk to about anything and whatever. Some people at work I can be entirely comfortable with, but not all; mostly because there is something about them I dont like, or get the feeling they dont like me. I'm good at making large expansive mountain ranges out of molehills, but I'm also good at hiding that fact from other people. Still waters, people, still waters......
Jeez, what blather. But the rule is, once typed, goes undeleted! So you'll have to put up with that ramble.
Exchanged a few messages with Martin today, seems like the man is having a bit of a rough time of it. Always sad to hear that, and as I regularly resolve, I should go and see people a lot more often. He's only down the road, and so handy for so many other people. Any other Southampton-ites fancy a visit? Or you could all come up the smoke and I'll see you for a change? Ditto to anyone else out there.....come and visit me before I come and visit you!
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