Standing still

Yes, I know, I’ve been neglecting my poor blog. No post for three whole days! It had to be done though. When I looked back over my last few entries and realised I was even boring myself taking a break seemed like the best solution.
Would you believe my childhood dream was to be a writer? I even took (and passed) an Open University course a few years ago… A174, Start Writing Fiction. Ha! What was I thinking?

So in between writing job applications, lately I have mostly been spending my time feeling sorry for myself. One of my friends is getting married in 12 days and I’m torn between being sad that I can’t make it to the wedding (it was a choice between flights to England and paying July’s rent… the rent won) and upset/annoyed because she’s getting married to someone she didn’t even know when Jan and I got together and they already have a baby while my boyfriend won’t even move in with me which is clearly proof that eventually he’s going to dump me and I will be forced to become a crazy cat lady despite the fact that I don’t even like cats. See, I told you I was feeling sorry for myself! It probably wouldn’t be so bad if it was only that one friend but at the moment it seems like everywhere I look someone else is moving in with their boyfriend, announcing a pregnancy or planning their wedding. I feel like evryone in the world is moving on with their lives, doing what people are supposed to do, and I’m just standing still. I am an island and everyone else is the water flowing around me. I’m running on a treadmill while everyone else is on the road. I am also, probably, a walking cliché. Ah well, at least I have my health I suppose…