being told I’m angry
friends weeping over their ugliness, when all I can see is beauty
salt and vinegar crisps in green packets (green is cheese and onion. Blue is salt and vinegar. Why are you messing with us?)
being spammed with aids for weight loss
sultanas in curries. (fruit – good. Curry – good. Fruit + curry: WRONG)
not knowing how I feel and/or knowing how I feel but not being able to express it
coffee shops charging £2-50 for a t-bag
watching others making the same mistakes as me. Wanting more than anything to stop them – but not being able to.
being pushed beyond my comfort zones
people I love being criticised or hurt
women’s magazines. The fact that I read them.
Christmas trees in August
being compared to my sister
Christian events that offer Bible teaching for the guys and ‘colour me beautiful’ sessions for the ladies
wanting to help and not knowing how
bad ‘oirish’ accents. Seriously – my ears are Bleeding
The artist known as ‘will.i.am’. YOUR NAME IS WILLIAM.
throwing out mouldy food
living small because I’m afraid
the term ‘chick lit’.
not being able to get out of my own stupid head
being lied to
being caught out in a lie
completing a jigsaw only to find that the last piece is missing
when supermarkets move the stuff around
… How about you?