Overarchingly, I don’t mind being bored. I think it’s fine just to sit and do nothing sometimes. I don’t mind the dead time between tasks, or between train transfers. I am okay with filling my time doing something unproductive. But there’s a different kind of boredom I can’t stand. Monotony. The drudge of everyday being […]
Category: dear diary
I am quite obsessed with the idea of wisteria. It’s beautiful – pink-purple blossoms, cascading like a waterfall, vines on a beautiful country house. It’s gorgeous. I remember seeing it on TV once, and thinking of how lovely it was – why wouldn’t everyone get wisteria on their house? I then remember seeing it in
I can remember the remarks from a very young age. Little quips about someone’s weight, or what they’re wearing, or the colour of their eyeshadow. Mostly about women, from other women, of course, but some men, too. Little aspersions of not-enoughness, cast onto other people without their knowing. Sometimes, it seems harmless. What they don’t
She came to apologise but not before stomping round the house making a point. She was sorry that she got annoyed in the heat of the moment. She was annoyed at me that I didn’t say anything when she came downstairs. Because I was annoyed at her – but she hasn’t made me feel like
How confusing is it to hear you on the phone to your friends. How confusing it is that you’re so tender and caring and loving with them. How confusing – that’s not the person I know. I can’t recall a time where you were thoughtful to me. But clearly you’re capable of it – so