So recently I was accused of always being gloomy and cynical in my blog, told that I always see the negative in situations and not the positive.
See I always thought that I found the *funny* in situations, sometimes the bizarre but mainly the funny.
I’ll be the first to admit that I take the piss out of myself so that it doesn’t sting as much when other people do, I cover embarrassment up with humour and call me a fool because sarcasm is my wit.
But I wouldn’t have called myself a negative person.
It’s knocked the wind fair out of my sails actually, my perspective on situations has changed because now I’m questioning whether I’m funny or negative.
There was a hint of a tear in my eye and my lips were stretched across my teeth to simulate a smile, but inside I think a little bit of me actually died! I feel shocked and surprised, disappointed that I’ve painted this strange picture of myself and that someone who doesn’t really know me now has an unshakable wrong impression of who I am.
Or are they wrong at all?
When someone just shakes their head and says ‘no’ it leaves little room for misinterpretation. I’m unsure even why one person would feel it’s ok to have developed an unwavering opinion about an individual and be bold enough to verbalise it, I ended up verging on irate, how dare they! Of course my rage was manifested in a polite smiling bobble headed silence.
To say I’m glum about it is an understatement – but I guess it’s to be expected from someone so negative!
See now I feel like I can't tell you about pulling the wrong blind chain and giving the neighbour a horrifying eyeful as the blinds went all the way up instead of down or how when visiting Husbands grandmother she talked about the bed she stayed in on the night of her honeymoon and how we squirmed in discomfort listening all about it or my inability to introduce myself to the immaculately dressed new co-worker and the three awkward and embarrassing moments that have ensued since......
Maybe I’ll start a cake-off blog instead.......
