Of Getting a Life September 14, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 16 commentsOh. God. Tonight, this very Friday night, I am doing something brave. I am feeling a bit weak and nervy. The reason for this scaredyness? I am venturing beyond the village confines, after dark, to Have Some Fun. Eek.
I am going to a party. There will be alcohol and ‘nibbles’. It will be the first time since mid-July that I’ve actually spoken to anyone apart from the beastly boys, lovely bf or the postman. I will, however, be able to practice talking this morning. I will be talking mainly about what I am doing at the weekend and whether I have any holidays planned. Yes, dear reader, it is time for my twice-yearly hair cut.
Now, the party I’m going to is with some of my ex work colleagues, one of whom is ‘celebrating’ 10 years in Retail Hell. But. I haven’t seen them for 8 weeks. What if they look at me and think things? What if they say I have become fat and feeble and have lost my funny? Because, I sort of think I might have?
So. Grey hairs obliterated. New do will be provided by the finest hair chopper Tunbridge Wells has to offer. Clothes, hmmm. Yes, I will definitely be wearing clothes. Shame she isn’t having a pyjama party. I’d be good at that.
I’m a silly goose. These people are my friends. They won’t say anything mean to me. Of course they won’t. They are nice friends. I shall hum a merry tune as I go about my pampering business and try not to worry.
But. They still might think things though. Aaaarrghhh. Perhaps I’m not cut out for the real world anymore?
