So I got on a plane on Saturday and left the country. I went to Paris where I befriended several Australians (or was ambushed and kidnapped by them there was very little difference) ended up doing all sorts of brilliant and highly enjoyable things and then came home.
I feel a hell of a lot better now.
I’ve been so stressed for a long time now. Had to re-examine lots of bits of myself. I spent a long time by the Seine just navel gazing and there is a certain amount of freedom that comes with associating with strangers. I also came to several surprising conclusions which led me to believe that not only have I not been paying attention to my friends but that I haven’t actually been paying attention to myself.
Not paying attention to me! How could Miss Selfish UK let this happen? I have no idea but its bloody annoying. One day I shall climb the Eiffel Tower and proclaim everything about myself so that the whole world can hear me. I feel FINE!
I shall now go and watch the Excorcist and scare myself silly.