Conflicting, confusing messages
I tell it like it is: not to be rude (although I have been accused of being so) but in a non-politically-correct way. And so I really don’t understand people who beat around the bush, who play games and who wrap their communication up in cotton wool so thick that one couldn’t possibly find the true meaning in amongst all the fluffiness.
If I bring wine to a party, and it’s not good then say so. I really won’t take it personally – after all, I didn’t make the stuff.
If we’re dating and it’s going well, then please make it clear. I assure you, it will mean more flowers and more soppy mixed tapes, not fewer. (Mixed tapes I do. Mixed messages not so much.) Don’t play games. Don’t try to lead me up the garden path (or is that down – I never know?) if you don’t plan on being with me when we get to the other end.
On the contrary, if it’s not going well, then say so. Sugar-coat it a bit if you need to, but say so! If you say, “Leave me alone,” I will. (This one I took a while to learn, but I think I’ve got it now.)
If I say I’d like to help a friend change her light bulbs and clean her gutters, then that too is what I mean – not that I want to marry her and have her children. Home improvement is one thing; a lifelong commitment is another!
But I digress. (I admit it, I have issues I needed to get off my chest, okay?!?)
It’s bad enough that I don’t understand many of the people around me. Now my toilet paper is in on the plot. Seriously … What does this mean? Is it specific to a response I need to make in the bathroom, or does it go deeper? Is my toilet paper telling me to stop taking life so seriously?
Indeed, could it be that I have just been part of a wicked toilet-philosophy experiment?
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I have been blogging here since around April 2011 - my little place on the blogosphere to express myself creatively. As a teenager I used to write a diary - in fact, as a 17-year-old living in Belgium, I wrote religiously every day. Fortunately the Internet didn't exist back then because my ramblings as a teenager were ever-so-slightly dark, cynical and depressing. You won't find much of that here. Also, mostly, I try not to get too deep or philosophical in this forum - I'd like my photography to uplift and inspire, and, where I can, I try to bring a bit of humour into my writing too. I've been fortunate enough to travel extensively and have made many friends across the globe. This is my spot to keep in touch with them.
Yes, your toilet paper (as well as your family in Mad) is telling you to stop taking life so seriously. Seriously, I have been a bit concerned about the size of your underwear recently……
Sorry, should I have sugar-coated that a bit..;)??
Robin, the wine you brought last night was great!
je comprends bien tout ce que tu dis et je pense que c’est juste que les hommes et les femmes n’arrivent pas à communiquer… alors moi, je m’entends mieux avec les garçons en général et je parle comme eux, c’est moins confusing
Stop dog print.
I know the blog is not meant to be funny (or is it)… but the toilet paper at the end had me lose it completely! I am reading, thinking, wow, okay, you’ve had a bad day. Shame. And all the normal uhms and ahs, and then suddenly, there is the toilet paper!!!!! It is hysterical! Maybe because it is too late, and I am tired… but I think tomorrow it is still going to have me laughing. You do have a way of putting things into … perspective.
Um, ja… It is meant to be funny. In my dry kind of way!
There’s nothing worse than wet toilet paper.
Succeeded! Came to check on what people were commenting, because I thought it sooooooo funny. Even now when I am not tired! Miss laughing with you man!
so…uhm…where can I buy that toitty paper with the doggy on it??