Limitless?

Contrary to previous beliefs, I am starting to accept that there is an actual limit to the emotional turmoil a person can go through at a given time. A bit like full Tupperware, if something new comes, something old has got to go.

Which is really irritating if you are trying to maintain an indefinite number of plates spinning in the air at every one time. But then the options are to either let them all fall, or hold some of them in your hands until the spinning becomes more manageable. 

As you can imagine, the difference between Emotionally Competent people and EIs is in the handling and communication of the overall scenario. An EI will freeze, panic and retrieve, staring at the plates, both spinning and in their hands. And possible let them fall anyway.

Nobody is perfect.

Blink

Yes, I read it. Yes, I liked it. Yes, I agree.

But let me transport you to another blink. The one in which all that you cherished vanishes. The one that goes from ‘have’ to ‘have not’. And that leads to the inevitable ending. Because relationships are meant to fizzle away. They always do. It is just a matter of when.
So, enjoy it while it lasts.

And yes, I had a crap day, week, month, year. Going to eat chocolate instead.

Why didn't anybody tell us?

That life was going to be so bloody hard? I would have spent more time travelling, pretending to get a degree, generally fuffing around.. And instead, I rushed towards adulthood.. Yuck!

Feeling confucius

When you are too old and involved to go for a crazy weekend with your single friends, and too child-lacking to be part of the mums' brigade.

Honorary auntship is what's left.

Because I am crap at saying goodbye

I will say hello instead.

And leave very very quietly..

 

It's not the end of the world

Being a little slow, I had not put 20 and 12 together, and realised that this year the world is going to end. At least if you are Mayan.
Therefore, I was not prepared for the relationship armageddon that is unfolding around me. To be honest, it is all a little too much and a little too painful for this blog.

So, to all the broken-hearted, confused, grieving, shell-shocked, angry and lonely people I shall just say: it sucks, let's face it. But you have love around you. From your friends, your families, all the good you have disseminated in this world.

Don't give up. Ever.
Life is going to be amazing, if you make it so.
Word.

Little pieces

I am officially losing it.
I may have posted something similar before, but the end is now in sight. Mind lost. Forever.

Let's be optimistic and say that I am not a case of premature Alzheimer's. Then, how shall we explain the showing up at a meeting a week earlier, forgetting two birthdays in a row (as well as the spelling of the word 'Alzheimer'), bursting out laughing on my own on the underground while thinking about a funny joke, getting off at the wrong station, the wrong exit, the wrong line? Not finding addresses even if aided by Google Maps, staring aimlessly at the phone, mixing up email recipients, leaving messages in the Drafts folder and never press 'Send'?

What is making me walk into shop windows, smile at strangers, go from tears to hyperactivity in the time it takes to devour a KitKat (the chocolate bar, not the fetish club in Berlin), stare at people kissing on the train, wave hello at random children, buy impossibly tight dresses?

Oh crap.
I am getting old!

The brief

In life, like at work, it is always very useful to proceed based on the right brief.
This may be a defintion of Emotionally Incompetence: to carry on working off the wrong brief.

Something to meditate on..