Old habits die hard.

I’ve gotten blog lazy. Shame on me. A slap on the back of the hand and a stern talking to are in order. The reason I am so annoyed is because this is so typical of myself.

I get attached to something and never see it through. In the last 4 years I have had a blogger, 2 wordpress blogs, tumbler, 2 twitters, a facebook and a live journal ohh and a youtube page. ENOUGH! I swore to myself that this time it would be different and that I would be strict with myself, but alas it has been two weeks since my last post. It is nice to see however, that even though I have not linked anyone to my page in around 20 days, there has still been a couple of people viewing it

I get excited about new projects, friendships and challenges very easily but have very little follow through. I can sort of play the piano, know phrases of German, have a mostly tidy bedroom and am armature on the guitar. I need someone to give me that push, to pester me to continue with things even when they become less of a novelty.

So I apologise to you dear reader, for abandoning my post (haha post, blog word play)  and treating you as I have done most things in my life. If anything positive can be said of this it is that I am consistent.

But no more. I will try my upmost to remain attentive here. To take pride in what I am writing and hope that people will continue to read it.


Indecent Indirets

Okay so I want to clear a few things up about my previous post ‘I like you I like you not’. I have had 3 guys inbox me since and ask if it is about them. It’s not. Sorry. But no. For the record none of these guys had any kind of interest in me but they were all to happy that they could add a name to their list of admirers. But to these guys I say “don’t worry, none of you are the object of my affection so you can save the ‘I like you, I just don’t like like you’ speech it is not needed. ”

I never post my blog on facebook because I feel to self concious of people I don’t know that will reading it. However, Twitter is a place where I feel that if you follow me you choose to hear my thoughts so my blog is just an extension of this and so Twitter is just a place where I can shamelessly plug for viewers. However, the post question is clearly aimed at a specific person and I wouldn’t want to make them uncomfortable by having them stumble upon it in my tweets so rest assured the person referred to in my posts does not have Twitter, or at least not to my knowledge.

It is almost comical the people that have asked if this post has been about them, even though nothing in it is reflective of our reationship. Maybe it is something about guys that they are willing to see themselves in a flattering light. Where as a post could name me personally but if it is the slightest bit complimentary it is either a cruel joke or about a different Catty. I am jealous of people’s (of the majority males) ability to see the good in themselves.

Although it was annoying trying to convince guys for the past week that the post was not about them, as of course they all think I am just lying to them to save myself embarressment, I suppose I brought it on myself. I started this blog to be honest and although my post was revealing it was a shamful indirect. If I am going to give away my personal feeling I need to be in or out. Full disclosure or generalised comments, no specific examples. The politics of blogging is just to great. In all honesty I didn’t think anyone would ever read it, regardless of how often I hounded them on Twitter. So I never thought I would have to worry about being discrete. But it is unfair to the people I am talking about to name and shame them and force my emotion upon them.

So rest assured if you are reading this you’re not my secret love *relief sweeps over you*

Also sorry to anyone who read this and could literally not care less, but I felt I owed an explanation.

Lesson Learnt: No More Indirects.