I was walking to work this morning and because I'm on an early morning shift, the time would have been just before 6.30am. It was dark. There was barely no traffic and even fewer people. I was just listening to a podcast and strolling along. As I crossed the street I noticed these two bogan looking guys stumbling across the street on my right. They looked drunkand the silent alarm bells started ringing.
All of a sudden, one of the guys stops me by putting his hand out in front of my face. I stop dead in my tracks. Half in shock at what's happening and half in sheer terror. It's literally all my fears being realised. What do I do?
I met a guy on Sunday who told me, "you should always have ten projects on the go".
Ten projects, I thought to myself. I can barely deal with life and I have no projects going on. There was so many questions running around my head - Where do you find the time for ten projects? Where do you even find ten projects? Why would you even want to do ten projects? How are you supposed to do anything else like sleep or eat or breathe?
I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with my hair.
It’s curly and wild and frizz prone and I nine times out of ten I look like Monica Gellar when she went to Barbados. Except my hair is not a result of the humidity, although that doesn’t help, my hair is the combination of my Polynesian and Mediterranean genes - which means I have thick curly hair and a lot of it. In fact, when I was seven-years-old a hairdresser told me that I had six times the amount of hair as a “normal” person.
Apologies for being so slack on the blog writing lately. The reason for my absence? I got the internet.
The internet seems like a pretty damn basic life necessity but, for the past five years I have been living without it. Well, that's not completely true - I could access it on my phone and had been paying $300+ a month for the pleasure to do so. Don't worry I'm aware, I'm an idiot.
So, in the aftermath of a messy breakup with my telecommunications company I decided it was time to get the internet connected.
“Have you ever considered changing you surname so, it’s easier to do your job?” asked a public relations person whilst pitching a story to me. “It’s just you must get sick of spelling it out and, I mean where do you even begin on how to pronounce it?” For the record, I don’t get sick of spelling my name instead, it’s the jokes and running commentary I get sick of.
Have you ever gone on a date and felt like you were interviewing the other person rather than having a conversation?
Or, have you ever tried talking to someone at a dinner party and felt like you were getting sucked into a social blackhole? Did you walk away feeling utterly exhausted and disappointed? Well, I have something that is about to change your life.