Let’s get things clear before I start ….. I’m not self obsessed …. Ok? Maybe a little bit …..
I am a natural born worrier, it’s part of my make up. When I was younger, I made myself quite ill worrying about stuff. I’m rather fond of lists (if you haven’t already noticed!) so here’s a snapshot of the things I worried about as a teenager ….
Not having a boyfriend
Whether people liked me or not
What I looked like
My school grades
Destruction of the rainforest
The Conservative party
Fear of awful things happening to my loved ones
Using the school toilets
Nuclear weapons ….
I worried a lot as a teenager ….
Over the last few weeks I’ve noticed how insular I have become. I tweet about myself, I blog about myself. What I am doing now? Writing about myself, oh the irony. It’s a problem. When someone tweets about their suffering, I often reply with how I am suffering. It’s not that I want to turn the focus on to me, it’s just my infuriating way of saying ‘I see you, I hear you, you’re not alone’. I realise that the universe does not revolve around me, I’m not Russell Brand ffs!
Anyway, this is my rather awkward attempt at saying, I know it’s not all about me! I know that there are people far worse off than me, that my sufferings are minute compared to that of millions of people. I will try harder to listen rather than adding my voice to the noise.
My life isn’t perfect and I have been through a whole of rubbish, that’s not an excuse so time to change things. Just give me a bit of time! It’s not all about me, it’s all about us. Viva la revolución! 😉
Love, tea and hugs