My promise to myself of 'not going out so much' has pretty much fallen on its arse, I've been out twice this week but I've had a fantastic time with equally fantastic people. The fact I am now surrounding myself with positive and equally crazy people is making life so much more fun again. My diary is filling up with more & more plans and adventures and this pleases me greatly.
I went to go and see The Impossible on Thursday. It was a hard film to watch, especially if you're prone to chronic weeping like I am; I think I cried at least 15 times during the film. I certainly think I empathise too much and try to put myself in their shoes and end up upsetting myself more! I can't imagine how utterly awful it must've been. The other things that didn't so much upset me, but still made me weepy, was the selflessness of people. It doesn't matter who you are, what you are, race, sex, sexuality, we are all the same species and it's unfortunate it takes a catastrophe so large to make people reach out and help one another because we should be doing this regardless of scale. /motherteresa
I had my first lucid dream experience last night! I think it was anyway - it was actually quite scary and confusing! I stumbled into bed after a night out with colleagues and J woke me when he later came to bed, but I wasn't fully awake, although I was concious? Anyway, I was utterly convinced he was German! If my iPhone hadn't died (I don't want to talk about it, it's a sore subject *sniff*) it would've definitely been recorded gold! Our conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Your Dad kissed another man last night, for YOU.
Him: For what?
Me: For lunch! Anyway, you're German aren't you? You know, German?
Me: Uh, yes you are. You talk with the accent. Where are you from?
Me: Ooooh yeah! I remember now, it's a funny accent... but your Mum's German, right?
Him: No... My family are not German in any way, shape or form.
Me: But what about your Dad? (and repeat).
I totally remember having this conversation with him, and feeling SO confused (and frustrated because he was laughing at me and not taking my questions seriously!). In my head I was talking sense. It was so strange!
So the lessons learnt this week are: Don't watch The Impossible without stuffing your tear ducts first, don't go to the pub with your German colleague and stumble home after too many glasses of wine and expect to hold an intelligent conversation with your other half and don't expect to lose any weight when you go out for two huge dinners in a week (oh hai burger and stilton!).