My new friend

There were a few mistakes, a few light things to do and a bit of indecision that wasn't all mine for a change.


Phew, what a weekend it was.



Friday I went out with a friend of mine from the pub that I work in, we drunk Ale from Sussex and chatted. It's nice to get to know new people and Jon is one of the people that I'm genuinely interested in, rather than someone that I'm forced into knowing and have to tolerate (certain colleagues, friends of friends or friends of family members). The only real problem here is that the only time I've spent with him has been when I'm serving behind the bar or when we're both on the 'correct' side of the bar and then we get shitfaced. We both seem to enjoy the really strong pale ales so drunkardness sneaks up on us. And Jon does a disappearing act after a left hand milk stout. It's one of the things I like about him as I've been known to just leave once I've had enough-I'm not big on goodbyes when I'm drunk, they usually lead to sloppy kisses and the classic "You know you're my best friend, hic" or " I really love you man!" And it seems that even when I'm beyond remembering my own name I just know that this is not a dignifyed thing to do so I sneak off too. We had another of those nights that ends in me playing pac-man chasing a take away curry around the kitchen floor because Mark's put it on a plate but I'm too drunk to lift my head off of the floor so I push the plate forward with every bite I attempt.



Saturday we went to Ricmond park-WOW it's even prettier than I remembered, we saw the deer, the first time was from a distance, and we tried to get pictures with our phones and although we could see them quite clearly the camera picked them up as about 3 pixels on a screen of green and blue (The Rigante colours). Still it was a magical sight. We walked on through the park and came to a lake with a bench between it and an overgrown meadow so we sat and had lunch. Saw some beautiful blue mayflies and inspected a really ugly insect that landed on my ruck sack. As we got up to leave we saw the deer again, a lot closer this time and they were coming towards us. Some had anklers and they varied from 1 to 7 pointers, there were colour variations some being quite dark fawn and others quite bright whites. They were all beautiful and the anklers looked like they would feel like velvet to touch. I thought it looked sumptuous, Mark said the feel of velvet makes him itch. I shall put the pictures on here at somepoint when I play with this blog at home. They got closer and closer and I started to get a bit nervous-well they are a bit like small horses and one of them did try to eat me when we were in Wales. So we tried to back off but they kept coming, bloody hell we're beng surrounded by carnivorous deer! It all ended well when I hit one on the head with a digestive. Deer seem to like digestives-who knew?

I've been called mental in various different ways and for a number of different things quite alot recently. Some of the things I've done I admit are a little strange but most of them are the sort of things that I'm sure everyone thinks but not everyone says.
For example the same person has called me autistic twice in the last few weeks, once for claiming I'm good with numbers and once for reciting the Big Breakfast competition address and the Going Live competition phone number. Although I think these are due to a certain amount of television brainwashing (surely everyone of my age who was baby sat by the telly can do this?) and suppressed competition entries (I always wanted to enter the competitions but wasn't allowed to use the phone and my Mum thought writing in was a waste of time).
Last night at PQT I was arranging boxes of mugs for members of the public to take once they had filled in their comments forms. I got a tad over creative with the positioning of the boxes and a little upset when someone actually had to take one-ruining my display which resulted in me spending most of my time putting new boxes where the old ones had been to keep my display intact. A colleage called me a "perfectionist." The quote marks were added by my colleage at the time and are not a later addition by myself.
Another example from work: I have posh coffee that is ground for filter, alot of the people I work with have the same sort and it's become a sort of trend amoung us. However, I triple filter mine. I'm being economical, using a small amount of coffee and running it through the paper filter three time using two cups. This was described as compulsive coffee making.
One from home now: we have two sauce pans and a steamer one sauce pan is larger than the steamer, one is smaller. It's clear to me that the large one is for pasta, boiled potatoes and the like, the small one is for beans, pasta sauces etc and the steamer is for vegetables. Now last week I saw my boyfriend take the 'pasta' sauce pan off of the draining board and use it to cook beans, so I said he was being lazy not taking the 'beans' sauce pan out of the cupboard. It turns out this sort of thing is not instinctual to him and I had to explain the difference while he looked at me, half smirking half amazed.

I know each of these actions has a perfectly reasonable explanation be it economical, environmental, inspirational or just plain common sense. But I seem to be the only person on earth who thinks these things.

As long as I don't tell my psychiatrist I should be alright....



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Additional. When I tread on a crack in the pavement that I can feel through my shoe I try to stand on another similar sized crack with the same part of my other foot to even things up. I've only told one person about this, he didn't call me mental-it turns out he does the same thing.