No one wants my bagels. No not a euphemism. Though, even if it was, well, no one wants my bagels. That’s how my life goes. Literally or metaphorically, no takers. I made yummy blueberry bagel, which I think I’ll be sick of by the end of the week. I get all excited cooking or baking, but afterwards when I have no one to share it with my happiness is short-lived. So I post pictures on social media for some superficial sharing.
So yes, I haven’t blogged in a month. Nope life hasn’t gotten more exciting, I am just losing my motivation, as I have mentioned before. It’s funny it’s like the less outlets/people I have to share stuff with, the more I retreat into my head. I don’t think that’s very healthy but oh well, what to do?
Another thing I was thinking about today after a recent conversation, men. Why do they like to lie, cheat or disappear in an attempt to spare your feelings when it comes to bad situations? For example like why disappear on someone when you decide you don’t want to pursue a relationship with them? Are men these days really that cowardly or just plain stupid? I don’t get it.
By the way anyone know any sites I might be able to find affordable swimwear fit for fat people, i.e. me (UK size 16-18)? I need new ones and I found one I really like on Torrid but I can’t afford it.
Saw this in my drafts. Not sure why I didn’t post this earlier…
I spent just over a week navigating and travelling Japan alone. You know all the articles (like this one) about how solo travel is empowering or life changing? Yeah….No. I didn’t get any of that. Maybe cause I am older (most of the article authors sound really young), or used to being on my own, or that I didn’t backpack across rural Asia/Africa. I didn’t feel any of that crap. I just felt like I was travelling. Maybe I am anti-social by nature, but unlike in the aforementioned articles, I didn’t make new friends either. In fact I didn’t really seen many solo travellers and the few I met weren’t very friendly.
I even had a mini melt-down one night when I reality kind of slapped in my face. It dawned on me that this is how my life is going to be, eating, sleeping, getting lost by myself. No one to share my experiences with. Just me. Though I always knew/know that, it just felt extremely sobering. But that was just 1 part of 1 night. Barring that it was actually pretty nice to be travelling on my own. No one to answer to. Own time, own target. If I wanted to sleep in I could, if I wanted to wake up early I could. I could have lunch at 3pm and just a matcha latte for dinner (yes I actually did that). It was good. It was a little daunting on the first day, especially since I didn’t speak the language but I managed.
At the end of the day, did it feel lonely travelling alone with no one to talk to? Yes, incredibly at times. Would I do it again? I’d leave tonight if I could.
When you’re entering your 30s as a fatty but trying to stay healthy by working out consistently, one thing becomes clear – Pushing yourself when exercising, whether or not it makes you fitter or healthier or happier, it gives you the ability to pull muscles you never knew you could. And usually by doing the simplest of things. FML.
I got burnt today. I was getting a wax and it was too hot. I told the beauty therapist, I got burnt anyway. And to top it off, she was being extra thorough so she went over and over again the spot. As I was getting my skin burnt and ripped off, I was wondering, why do I even bother? My face okay, people have to look at it. But the other hair removal, who’s going to notice? What is the bloody point? Maybe I’ll do it with lesser frequency. It will save me some money.
Oh and if my life isn’t lonely enough, I had lunch with a vacuum today. Me and my vacuum. I didn’t do it on purpose, if you were wondering. I just happened to plonk it there before ordering my lunch. My mental health has not deteriorated to that point. Yet. It’s getting there.
On Friday, there was an incident at work, a bad one that affected the entire company and operations. It was bad. So I went into my coping mode. To everyone that walked pass my desk or made small talk with me, I said stuff like “what a wonderful Friday”, “what a brilliant day”. This is from someone that rarely talks to anyone might I add. And then I started getting comments like, it’s great to have someone so positive, or you have a very good attitude.
It’s called sarcasm you dumbasses. No I am not happy or looking at things optimistically. I don’t know if it’s because of the Chinese speaking culture there things are lost in translation. But jeez. I want to say it’s like working with Chimps, but I think working with Chimps would probably be more fun.
There’s this dress right, I have been walking past it for weeks. It’s a simple black dress with small scattered hearts printed. Very simple, I figured I could pull it off, it was just a matter of me affording it. So today, as I passed it, I thought, I’m going to get it. I tried it on. Simple dress in a flattering cut and it didn’t look right. Sighs.
I am so jealous of those girls that can just buy stuff without trying it on. Or those that can shop in most stores and not worry about whether they carry stuff up to your size. Fat girl problems. What you going to do. So hard to find a pair of tights that fit comfortably. Cause you know, fat people don’t need to exercise.
So after a crappy couple of weeks, I woke up this morning with a giant red zit on my face. That’s why Rudolph is a little shaken these days. Cause he has competition. Seriously who said skin/acne gets better after your teens? I never had problems then but life is making up for it now. Because looks wise I have everything else going for me, right?
My life has hit the stagnant point once again. Work wise things are actually not too bad. Except my back-up/buddy at work. She’s become extra weird. 1 minute she’s being all chummy, the next she gives me a cold shoulder. She says the weirdest things and is a huge busybody. She also “remembers” things wrong and spreads them around to other people. Like seriously, the other day she casually mentioned (about organising a team lunch) that we better not pick a Chinese restaurant cause it will be difficult for me being halal on all. I didn’t bother correcting her that I am not Muslim. Or to reinforce my love for bacon and wine to her. A love so pure doesn’t require any explanation. I so wish I had a glass (read: bottle) of wine now.
Anyway, I was always prepared for this year to be a little lonelier with my sister and cousin out of the country. And as time goes on, I do get more used to it. But those loneliness pangs, when they do come around seem to get stronger. I am still trying to work on those. When I get those pangs, my attention sometimes turns to dating apps. I think maybe this time the pool of people on it will be different. But thankfully my brain quashes that thought immediately. I heard about an app for you to make friends, just friends. Decided to try that out and guess what, not enough people on that app here. I am on a tiny tropical island with just under 6 million people. Where all the lonely people at?
I have been home sick since Thursday. I basically got a really high fever which the doctors can’t properly diagnose without more tests. Anyways my point it, I am sure all of you have see this thingy below right?
Anyway on Thursday, I was all like, I am going to get over not having someone to fuss over me by fussing over myself. Cause I am all self-sufficient and shit. But then when you are sick, you realise you don’t really have the energy to do it. And now I am sitting here wishing Ben & Jerry’s delivers. I really want ice cream.