Argh!

I really wanted to write a nice post about the cupcakes and roast veg (they were great!) from yesterday but I'm tired, sad and grumpy today after an odd weekend and dissapointing morning (its only 9.30am too) Here's a few reasons I'm grumpy:

• The BNP got a seat in Yorkshire and Humber - I wonder if all the people who didn't vote still feel they did the right thing? I voted primarily to try to stop this from happening. Voting isn't just about giving the right people power its about stopping the wrong people from getting it as well.
• Drivers in Leeds are insane... in the 5 minute walk it takes to get to Morrisons we saw a huge van cut up a car, a motorcyclist without a helmet doing wheelies in the middle of the crossing and drivers speeding away from the lights resulting in near accidents. I can't even drive (yet) and I already have road rage!
• Yesterday I dropped a plate and the wok, I burnt my finger, I knocked everything off the sofa, I nearly fell down the stairs, we broke the coffee table and now I can't straighten my right arm properly which is a little bit weird and painful...
• We didn't do anywhere near enough cleaning - though our bedroom does look nice again after the couple of hours it took to sort that out (sorry for the neglect bedroom)
• Our neighbours decided that 5.30am this morning was an appropiate time to shout and throw things around. I honestly thought someone was trying to get into our house due to the amount of noise they made! Then once they had stopped it took me ages to fall back asleep... Ug!!

On the plus side I am eating one of the cupcakes as I type and its helping to make me feel a bit better and less likely to have a frustrated/angry cry.

Blogging...

I'm really quite new to blogging and the blogging world and honestly - I find it quite challenging. In one sense it is hugely rewarding, I have found things I like and I have realised more about my tastes in fashion, design, cupcakes, books, films - everything. I have discovered blogs that are windows into life's letting me experiencing things I have not even imagined - farming, crafts, marriage, babies... Yet despite all that when reading other peoples blogs, there are still undertones of negativity.

Reading other peoples blogs have inspired me to be more creative, adventurous and loving... so I find it difficult when other people have negative reactions or words towards things that I find charming and inspiring. I wish that I was braver, that I could comment on other peoples blogs - to tell them that I love reading them, I feel inspired by them and I hope they keep blogging, yet the negativity in me - my own worries and insecuritites - stops me.

How is that some peoples negativities can drive them to say hurtful things, yet mine stop me from saying nice things?

Disgruntled

Normally I would say that I am a chatty and friendly person, however sometimes I just do not have the time for people, especially people who talk to me either waiting for the bus, on the bus or walking from the bus to work.

Why talk to a stranger?! Granted, we see each other every week day and, yes, I do recognise your face... but just because we live in the same area, get the same bus and work on the same road, it doesn't mean I want to talk to you or hear your life story! Nor do I want to tell you my life story either... I don't know you, why should I tell you where I work?

The first person who started talking to me on the old 33 was fine - she was heavily pregnant and seemed to want to tell me everything: I found out how many brothers she had, heard all about her husband and their families and all the details about the impending baby. It amazed me how much information she eagerly volunteered about herself... Luckily she went on maternity leave and I got to return to my Ipod.

I managed to avoid talking to the people at my bus stop for 7 months, until last week... A lady passed out on the bus and landed pretty much on my feet - I had to ring for the ambulance and one of the girls who gets on at my stop was calming her down. So, obviously, she now has to talk to me... and I was doing so well...

Perhaps if I didn't get the bus so soon after waking up or after a long day at work I would be more amicable towards people, however early mornings + (increasingly) late buses does not equal to me being in pleasant, chatty and patient mood. I must be good at hiding my annoyance/impatience on buses though as these people always seem to find me!