… but I like to share inappropriately.
Do adolescent cliques re-assert themselves now that we’ve found old classmates on Facebook?
We had the cool crew, the wild girls, the bookish ones… we’re all grown up now, but I wonder, if there was a giant school reunion that we all miraculously were in Singapore for, would the groups continue to segregate according to ‘coolness’ lines like they did back then? Some of the ‘wild’ girls I knew back then are happily-married mums now.
(I am really loving Facebook right now for letting me find my old junior college classmates. They are all really interesting people.)
Why can all my colleagues acquire, edit, publish, and market books so damn brilliantly but so few appear able to rinse their crockery before putting it in the dishwasher or change the bog roll in the toilet when the roll runs out?
“The H—”
I can type it, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to utter the word “Husband” anywhere near the word “Neil” just yet. He’s been The Boyfriend for so long that changing that description just seems too weird. It’s been almost three weeks already and I still can’t do it. There must be something in my subconscious that thinks if I address Neil as The Husband, I will shrivel up and die of old age.
Yesterday I was actually chatting with someone and said, “My boyf—I mean Neil,” and that was when I realised I’m a total freak.
Another identifying trait of mine is clumsiness beyond the bounds of reason
How many people do you know can slip and fall on their hands and knees while trying to avoid someone who has slipped and fallen? Granted, I was wearing shoes I tend to slip in, but we were like a comedy duo — the middle-aged chubster slipping and falling on his arse, and me going, “Whoa…”, undertaking the evasive manoeuvre of leaning right with the soles of my feet evading the pavement and my knees not evading the road.
And finally, the granddaddy of weird thoughts I frequently entertain:
Why are females so damned feminine?
I don’t give two shits about handbags or what’s “on-trend” (except to be amazed that women follow this stuff when the stylists and designers tend to wear the same damned things year after year because they know what suits them) or hair treatments or manicures or pedicures or wedding videos or wedding dresses or diets (I am on the classic See Food diet) or anything so many women I know or see on teevee seem really intent on. I’m like Christina Yang on Grey’s Anatomy except I’m not that ambitious.
It also drives me nuts to read about celebrity women who profess to be tomboys but are constantly in high heels and full make up. WTF?!
