Pondering the Hallmark factor...

What’s that old saying? A problem shared is a problem halved? Something like that.

Normally neat little sayings like that annoy me; life is never simple enough to condense into a quaint little phrase. I’m positive they pay some little hobbit-like old man to come up with and write down such phrases. He’s probably sitting in a dingy little cellar right now, trying to capture the world’s problems in one sentence. Then I’m sure he sells them to Hallmark, or some other corporation who make their money from cheesy inspirational quotations.

But every now and then, they ring true. And when that happens, you have a bit of an epiphany. I seem to be in the process of epiphing at the moment. My problem, now shared, has definitely lost much of its weight. As a consequence, I feel like I can deal with it far more easily than before.

Profound. Maybe a little cheesy (and definitely angsty), but profound. I should call Hallmark.

Silence is golden, golden...

Karma is a wonderful thing. I promised myself that I wouldn’t get hung up over my ‘friend’s’ (read patronising wanka) review – and I didn’t. Well, not much. Not enough to actively pursue the issue anyway. And the best thing? He just got reviewed himself and I feel completely vindicated. Not because he was specifically and horrifically criticised, but because his work wasn’t mentioned – at all. Not one comment. For better or worse.

And I can feel comfortable in my state of vindication knowing that I’m not being bitchy, I’m not rejoicing in someone else’s specific misfortune and that silence is golden.

The best way to deal with patronising wankas? Silence…

(I’m now officially over this topic. Perhaps the reason I’ve been writing about it so much is because if I write about what’s really going on in my head, I’ll scare myself – and others.)

Smiles and diabetic comas...

Call me a cynic, but whenever my life goes into happy mode, I automatically look for the thing that I know is about to go wrong. Well, I’m in happy mode at the moment, and my biggest issue is – I can’t find anything wrong! I’ve been smiling so much over the past week, it’s almost obscene. I realise that this elevated mood is completely contradictory to previous posts (and I know how Suzie-high-school I sound) but I’m SO not worried. In fact, I’m not worried about anything really. It’s like my life has gone into slow motion and, for a highly anal and organised person like myself, this is weird. If I get any more laid back I’m going to fall off my chair. And if life gets any sweeter I think I’m going to go into a diabetic coma.

Shit…

...still cleaning...

I'm spring cleaning...it's a grand feeling. Farewell patronising wanka! Out damn spot!

By the way, did I mention that life was great?

The wrath of grapes...

Well, he did it. The wanka mentioned in the previous post did exactly what I had hoped (and specifically asked him) not to do. So, yeah, I’m pretty pissed off with the things that he said about my performance. I know, I know, sour grapes and all that, but honestly – who throws a shoe? His review only revealed that he is an incompetent, insensitive wanka who clearly values his reputation over his friendships. Hopefully others will sense the patronising tone of his review and I for one am going to allow myself to sit back in vindication and watch others soundly (though figuratively) wallop his ass.

Besides, at this point, life is too good to be worrying about people like him.