Things I’ve realised:
- As I’m getting old…er I think I’m becoming less sociable. Maybe it’s not less, but maybe choosier. Yeah, that’s it! I know more and more what I do want and do not want. I don’t want to waste (precious, valuable) time with people I don’t care about. I don’t want to be playing nice anymore.
For example: Sat. a friend organized herself a girls’ night for her birthday. I was invited along with nine of her girlfriends. I didn’t know any of these women. I decided to go because of my friend and wanted to be with her on her birthday. During the day I realised I was feeling somewhat nervous about it. I’m shy (despite my
- I know I’m a food snob. I’m a snob when it comes to quality. I don’t care if one is rich or not, etc. but I can not stand snobbish people.
For example: If I tell you I like your shirt; it’s not an invite for you to tell me it was bought in Paris. I so not care about that. You do not impress me. ‘Just saying.
- I enjoy giving. If it’s your birthday, and I’m seeing you on that day, odds are I’ll give you a little something. I don’t do it to impress the gallery; I do it because I like doing it.
For example: For my friend’s get-together (ten women total) I was the only one who brought her something. I think it was a little strange, no? Or is this normal among the young...er crowd (thirties)?
- I’m cranky in the morning. I know I don’t like mornings, but hadn’t realised I really was cranky.
For example: I was meeting a friend Sunday morning for twelve hours of scrapbooking. I had to be at her place early. My friend pointed out I was crabby when I got there. I hate mornings!
Overall I had a great weekend. Saw my friends, got to spend time with them and also saw areas of my lovely self I need to work on. I like this aging thing, and coming to realising certain things about moi. After all, those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others.