walk in my shoes

We are all products of our parents, family, friends, experiences, and of the life that surround us – the good, the bad, the unimaginable.

Not everyone is fortunate enough to have people who love and care for them.

I always remind myself: don’t judge a person until you’ve walked a mile in his/her boots.


Listening: The Calm by Of Mice & Men



I like the city when it’s empty. On a Saturday morning when there’s hardly anyone around. All the places that I frequent, Monday to Friday, silenced by Saturday. I’m dressed, I wander. I look up, I hope it won’t rain. I walk. I ponder. I try not to walk in a square around my office building. It’s habit. A couple of hours later, I stop. I’m ready to face other humans. (…Oh, wait. that’s my reflection.)

Those days when you get to the office and you realise you aren’t ready to face other humans. They’re not great.


hold up!

I’ve observed that some people are unnecessarily offended when someone (OK, it was me) says, “I’ll have a mineral water.” It’s as though they feel that my choice not to have A Drink, is me saying, “I don’t like you.” Huh? How odd that my choice of non-alcoholic beverage is interpreted as being all about you, not me.

There have been moments when I’ve been tempted to mess with those minds and say, “Yes, it’s true. I’m not drinking alcohol because I think you’re a nitwit.”

Mainly it’s about not being a team player. “Do you think we should hire him? Do you think we could work with him? Do you think he’s a good guy? Is he someone you’d have a beer with?

“She’s not drinking…” someone mutters, rolling his eyes, as if to say, “She’s not one of us.”

C’mon, it’s not like I said, “I’m not drinking which means you can’t either,” but seriously, going by some responses, you’d think I had indeed imposed just such a rule. Puh-leeze!


Listening to: Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross’ The Social Network soundtrack. (I’ve been obsessed with this album of late.)


black and white

I don’t often bother with what others think. Not outwardly anyway. But recently I’ve been forced to listen to more than one third party view of something very personal to me and it’s been irksome. I know people just want to help, and they think that putting in their two cents means that they are, but you know what? Life’s not black and white. You can’t say “Blah… make it so. All fixed.” You know?


keep outSometimes I just wish I could put up a ‘KEEP OUT’ sign on myself. People can be so curious just for the hell of being curious, when it’s none of their business, and all they want to do is fish for information that they can then parlay into frivolous chatter at their next Friday evening work drinks session. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt this year, it’s that people gossip far too easily. I would much rather hear about you when I’m talking to you, not about someone else. It reminds me of a saying I heard once along the lines of humans are divided into three types: those who talk about others, those who talk about events, and those who talk about ideas. There’s far too much of the people talking about others in certain circles at my office and it makes me a bit nauseous, frankly.

It was the work Christmas party last night. I’m glad that’s over and done with.


Balance of the work/life variety seems tough to come by these days.

Caring, too much, my flaw. Of things and of others’ opinions.

It’s a self-imposed cage.


I wish I was a pooch sometimes. I’d never have to worry about minding my Ps and Qs, about being patient or holding back when what I really want to do is tell someone exactly how annoying he’s being. And how the problem we have today could have been avoided a month ago, if he’d only just paid a-fecking-ttention. (I’m sorry, I did indeed allude to this last week, but you see, the issue is still stalking me, so I hope you’ll forgive me my annoyance.)

It’s too infuriating/boring to detail. But not only have I lost hours at the office, I’ve also lost sleep over it. Right. I did say ‘infuriating’. Especially at 2am when one is tossing and turning and wishing – just wishing – for the zzz’s to take over.

The dog in the photo went absolutely mental when I walked past the gate. So did his dark brown friend (whose paw is barely visible). As I said, I wish…