Comments on: Burnout!

By: BeingMeSince1964

BeingMeSince1964 — Tue, 19 May 2009 21:00:43 +0000

Nissan are part-owned by Renault and Renault are thieves and shysters. If I can dissuade one person from giving money to Renault, I will die a happy man.

By: Paul Lockett

Paul Lockett — Tue, 19 May 2009 12:17:52 +0000

Well, I was feeling quite good until I found out that driving a Micra puts me in the same demographic as Volvo drivers.

By: Bunny Smedley

Bunny Smedley — Tue, 19 May 2009 10:45:23 +0000

Thanks, Charlotte. Unfortunately, this shoulder thing really is psychosomatic – this isn’t the first time it’s happened – so although I am pretty sure what it is, and indeed pretty sure what set it off this time, I have absolutely no idea how to get rid of it …

I am now going to distract myself with some sushi and Michael Martin’s looming resignation in the hope that some of will at least cheer me up!

By: asquith

asquith — Tue, 19 May 2009 10:31:34 +0000

Yes- that was a bit tongue in cheek, as I haven’t the slightest wish to be like most people. I’m just making some expression of the fact that “they” don’t share my interests & concerns.

Just expressing a longing for the company of like-minded folk

By: Charlotte Gore

Charlotte Gore — Tue, 19 May 2009 09:50:13 +0000

I can’t help thinking there’s some colony of really interesting & great people & I’m somehow barred from joining it.

That may well be the fundamental state of being human.

Why would you think of yourself as abnormal? Comparing yourself to ‘normal’ people is always going to be a recipe for distress and upset. The trick is to view yourself as an individual, unique, and decide who’s opinion you actually care about. Make things a lot easier.

By: Charlotte Gore

Charlotte Gore — Tue, 19 May 2009 09:45:19 +0000

It is possible to control genuine physical pain with your mind though, Bunny – I might not be so quick to assume that it’s psychosomatic!

But, hope it gets better soon.

By: asquith

asquith — Tue, 19 May 2009 09:30:14 +0000

You find out who your real friends are when you have a mind as abnormal as mine. Most of them are feckers I met in my student days- still keep in contact with them as I prefer them to everyone else. Which is, of course, why I befriended them in the first place.

By: asquith

asquith — Tue, 19 May 2009 09:28:19 +0000

Feeling a tad shite as I am frustrated beyond measure with the people I’m surrounded with- cannot have an even vaguely intelligent conversation or discuss the things what concern me & that.

I find myself having to talk talking about pointless shite I don’t have any interest in if I’m going to talk to anyone at all, at work & that, most days- consequentially hating the sound of my own voice & feeling as life is a bit pointless if you can’t have good company or owt along those lines.

In the usual position of wondering whether it’s just me. But I don’t think so- as I am right appreciating interactions on blogs & real life conversations with those who are on my wavelength- such as people who actually are friends, & those from blogs whom I meet in real life & who are perhaps friends in the making if I see them more oftehn & that.

I can’t help thinking there’s some colony of really interesting & great people & I’m somehow barred from joining it. But in fact, I think they’re just ridiculously thinly spread so you have to consciously gather them together & plan some form of business to enter such a situation.

Aye- references to that gathering we attended are cropping up as I go further into my own mind in this analysis. Would like another

Well, you did ask.

Just about keeping a lid on it though- I’m not the sort that flips, more the sort that gets gradually run into the ground & defeated.

By: Letters From A Tory

Letters From A Tory — Tue, 19 May 2009 08:57:55 +0000

My god, anyone who even considers buying a Micra is having a serious crisis.

By: Bunny Smedley

Bunny Smedley — Tue, 19 May 2009 08:25:21 +0000

‘Full of complaints’ is the answer from Soho, Charlotte. My main complaint is that I’ve had a cramp in an intensely dreary muscle in my shoulder, apparently called a trapezius, for days now, with the result that I can hardly even type, let alone do anything useful. The fact that this is sheer neurosis on my part – the cramp goes away the minute I’m distracted by anything nice – adds to my annoyance. Surely if one realises an ailment is neurotic, one ought to be able to make it go away, just like that?

And I haven’t seen any of the films that anyone has mentioned here, so I’m culturally deficient, as well as crippled by completely unnecessary, although weirdly painful shoulder problem.

Well, you did ask!