I am actually going to write another blog just to complain.
The last two blogs I wrote would not publish, nor could they be saved. And as I can't remember what I wrote about they couldn't have been that interesting!
I have reached another phase in my ever changing life. I realised that my friends actually know me better than the majority of my family.
And while my friends actually like me because they know me, certain family members don't, and they don't know me either, which makes it rather ironic that they don't like me. Because how can you dislike someone if you don't know them? Unless they're Hitler or Cheyne or Pot Pol or other similar evil people.
And I realised that their not liking me, is absolutely fine with me, because I don't actually like either of them,and I do know them because I've bothered to get to know them, though they don't know me and haven't even bothered to get to know me.
I still love them, or rather love who they used to be; and would not wish any harm to come to either of them, however, have no interest in ever seeing either one of them again.
And it isn't as if I haven't tried to like them, because I have.
But how do you like a bully? And how do you like somone so self centred that they think everything revolves around them and who likes to have status symbol cars. Give me 4 wheels and a reasonable engine and chassis and I am happy to get from A to B.
