Getting old

  My jobs involves working with old people. I love it. I never thought this would be something I could enjoy but in actual fact, it's one of my favourite jobs I've had so far!
  It's not always nice seeing the people I look after. Not because of the people but purely for what's wrong with them. Old age can sneak up on you and catch you out so suddenly. I don't want to get old but I think it's starting early. 


  I don't want this to be a sad post about growing old but let's just remember that although they drive slowly, take ages getting round the supermarket and hold up queues; they were young once and that will be you one day.


 At 22 years old I am finding myself increasingly pre historic. I take afternoon naps, I love Countryfile and I can't think of anything better than looking at curtain samples. Oh dear. That's another thing; does saying 'my dear' a lot make me old? Either way, I never expected myself to be doing this. I used to vow that I'd always hate garden centres and I'd never care about soft furnishings. I always used to moan when I was younger when I got 'dragged' to the garden centres, it used to bored me senseless; now, I can't wait to have my own garden and vegetable patch.
  Emmerdale is another thing I have found 'soothes my inner oldie'. I watch it religiously and if I am working I try to remember to record it! Let's not start on my memory or I will be booking myself in to the nursing home I work at!
  Maybe growing older isn't such a bad thing. Maybe there isn't anything to be scared of or maybe I am just trying to make myself feel better about turning in to my nan. Who knows? Either way, I am going to grow old gracefully and bloody enjoy my younger years until I can't remember what I did 5 minutes previously.


  Lovely my dear. Right, I'm off for my evening tea and nap before I start my knitting ;) 

Oooops!

    I think we've all done it. Just blurting stuff out rather than keeping it to ourselves; which sometimes works out for the better.


I have had plenty of experience of 'putting my foot in it'. I think it will always be something I do. I don't mean to though; well not all the time. I can't even begin to count the amount of times I have said something and then realised how inappropriate it is. For example, last weekend two of my friends came in. They had broken up a few weeks ago and had decided to patch it up. The fella told me it was their 1 year anniversary soon and I proceeded to say 'Haven't you had enough of her yet?' Only to remember that actually yes they had both had enough of one another, but were now trying to make it work. Ugh. That was a face palm moment. It may not be one of the worst times I've said something silly but in hindsight it probably wasn't one of my most supportive moments. (I did apologise to the bloke after, when the girl had wandered off and he didn't seem to fazed...)


Usually the only good thing about blurting out things is that they're actually the truth. Not always, granted. Sometimes in an argument the heat of the moment can take over and you just try and point score. One thing I have stopped doing.(I hope.) It's like they say, that when you're drunk you're more honest. I guess this is also the case for speaking out. When your brain and mouth fall out it can end up punishing some innocent bystander. I love honesty. It's one of my favourite traits in people but I also hate really rude people. There are some on this planet who don't suffer from 'blurt-itus' they just suffer from rudeness. The type of person that will be blatantly rude just for effect. Go away if you are one of them. I will say what I think and in some occasions I will regret my choice of phrasing but I can't imagine how it feels to be so ruthless and to not even care. There's a difference between accidentally letting something slip; like telling your friend she looks like a tart then trying to back peddle. Done that plenty of times. 


Blurting is fine if you are able to save the situation. Make it out to be a joke or even quickly think of another way of phrasing it so it doesn't sound so nasty. Then there are times when actually one small comment can be taken way out of context and turned in to turf war. Revert back to previous comment of calling a friend a tart. 


Mouth says: "You look like a right old tart!" 
Brain screams: "Nooooo! I meant it looks good but you're showing off more than usual!" 


To be fair, most of the time, you can't win.


I choose freedom of speech. If I say something inappropriate to you, either:
1) It will be in jest;
2) I've phrased it wrong or;
3) You are a dirty tramp and I don't really like you.


Usually it will be the top 2, however beware!


 Sometimes we have to be cruel to be kind but under no circumstances should you ever do it to hurt someone intentionally. There are ways of trying to say something without being offensive. I like people with opinions and an honest nature. Maybe we should all try our best to not blurt stuff out, especially the important things, but never lie to those you love. It will come back and bite you on the bum! If you have something to say, then say it! Just don't forget you might be hurting someone.


  I will continue to blurt things out and seem a bit catty. That will never be anything I want to change. However, I will start trying to think before I speak.



 And, as my mumma would say, 'If you haven't got anything nice to say, don't say it at all.' But then, I've never done what my mum has told me! ;]