The age of self-absorption.

Lately it’s become increasingly apparent to me how incredibly self-absorbed we are all becoming. It’s not that we mean to be—it’s simply the way society and social media direct our thinking. For example, when was the last time you saw a post on Facebook saying, ‘how is everyone today?’ In an age where everyone seems desperate for everyone to know how wonderful their lives are, I expect you are more likely to come across a post about what someone had for lunch, or pictures of their latest amazing night out.

Recently I was speaking to a friend of mine who is training to become a councilor. She told me that the main reason why so many people opt for counseling these days is simply because no one listens anymore. It seems easier to share your problems with a complete stranger who is being paid to listen to you, than your closest friends who aren’t.

Personally, I have a very good network of friends, all of whom I can confidently confide in and vice-versa, but there are people out there who are too busy with the superficial things going on in their own lives to realize when their friends may really need them.

As a wise man (Ferris Bueller) once said ‘Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.’

So take a look around, there may be someone out there who really needs you.

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The icing on the pink frosted cupcake.

I always think it’s strange how conversation flows from subject to subject without you noticing. Last night I spent the evening at one of our local pubs with some very good friends.  The stunning 13th Century pub, I believe, is the oldest in the town. Without much history in our new town we relish every little piece we have. This pub, The Swan, unfortunately went up in flames just a couple of weeks before Christmas. With so much trade at stake, the landlords vowed to have it up and running by Christmas. No one would have believed they could actually do it … but they did.

These images were taken during and just after the fire.

Yesterday was the first time I’d been to the pub since the fire. It is currently tightly wrapped in plastic like a giant christmas present. Although only two-thirds of the interior are accessible, but you would never know there had ever been a fire.

The pub has always been popular and it was cosy to say the least. Squashed around a tiny table, we whiled away the evening putting the world to rights. We talked about everything from vegetarians and veganism to Jamie and the magic torch. I had it in my head that my friend reminded me of Crystal Tipps from the 70’s kids show but I realise now, she is the spitting image of Long Distance Clara, from Pidgeon Street. In return, she said I was like a pink frosted cupcake that would melt if I went out in the rain. I’ve no idea what she meant by that.

Rockin Out…

Well I woke this morning with my ears still ringing.

Last night a good friend of mine turned 40. To celebrate, she decided to get all her old friends from her party days together to re-live the old days once again.

To her delight, everyone showed. All were more than up for rockin’ out to Guns n Roses, ACDC, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and oh so many more.

Watching the evening progress was a blast. It went from everyone discussing how their lives – both professional and personal, had moved on over the past 10 years, and quickly progressed to everyone drunk, disorderly and vigorously head banging. They’ll never change (thank God!).

Believe me, there are going to be people waking up this morning in traction!

So you’re wondering how I’ve managed to stay quite so coherent – well, unfortunately (or perhaps quite fortunately) you’re looking at the designated driver.