Sometimes life is like standing on a stepping stone in the middle of a roaring river.

The good thing about stepping stones is there's never just one.
If you keep moving from one to the next, eventually you'll reach the other side.

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Awkward turtle ahoy

A couple of nights ago I had a conversation that ended up being an exercise in the many different forms of social awkwardness. After a long day walking round in the wind and rain I was heading for my train home when I saw one of my friends and my Scottish ex coming towards me. Let's count the different awkwards:

1)  I stopped to talk to my friend, but she was obviously planning to just say 'hi' and walk past me.
2)  I said hi to the ex's chest, being completely unable to look him in the eye.
3) After that I was unable to look at him at all despite being intensely aware of him standing next to me.
4) I got mixed up explaining my new living situation to my friend and sounded like my brain had fallen out.
5) At this point I realised that my hair was everywhere, I had bags under my eyes and random stains on my trainers.
6) The ever-present problem of not knowing how to say bye to people without it being horribly awkward.

So that was an interesting end to the day. 

It was a good day before that though. Mum and Grandma came up to visit me and on the way Mum sent me a text saying that she had a surprise for me. I can't just leave things like that alone so I spent the morning thinking what she could have brought me; my best guess was a potential graduation dress. Turns out it was my brother! He's the last of my immediate family to come and visit me up here so it was really good to see him and show him round Glasgow. I was a bit disappointed with the weather, and the fact that Bute Hall was locked for the first time I've ever seen, but it was so good to see them and get some hugs.

In other news, I have a Christmas job at the post office. Hopefully things will turn out as they did for Dad and they'll offer me a permanent job so I can live off that until I can find something that doesn't involve shifts but does involve lots of paper. Yay for admin.

xXx

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