My Unsaid

There are things I’d like to say. I’m straight forward and say it how it is but I do choose my battles. My mother always says to have a friend you have to close one eye, to have a good friend close both. With this in my mind I have ended up stewing a bit.

I’m frustrated at the moment. Nothing massive, in fact I can’t put my finger on it probably because it’s loads of small “not really important” things individually but all together they are making me grumpy. I feel like I’m inwardly rolling my eyes, tutting or swearing constantly. I feel a bit let down, a bit unappreciated, a bit overlooked, a bit put upon, a bit like I’m tolerating more than I should have to.

It’s stifling me, my blogging, my involvement on Twitter and my enthusiasm overall. I feel a bit like a walking sigh wearing a “FFS are you having a laugh” T-shirt! Yeah exactly, who wants to hang out with her, not me that’s for sure. So with CybHer just two sleeps away I thought I’d do myself a favour, be honest and get it all off my chest. Then I can be reinspired at CybHer and if I’m not maybe my blogging days and / or Cheshire Mum has come to a natural end.

So here in less than 140 characters are the things I need to vent, in no particular order, to a whole myriad of people about a whole variety of “not really important” things …

You’re a crap friend
You never call me unless you want something
You’ve hurt my feelings
I don’t work for free, my mortgage company isn’t cool with IOU’s
I’m sure you would like me to tell my readers, FB friends, Twitter followers. But why? Why should I?
I’m a blogger I’m not short of PR contacts thanks for the offer of an intro to your friend in PR
I don’t live in London (anymore)
I’ve worked it marketing for over 15 years, I get it ok!
Don’t email for something, ask how I am just to get what you want & when I say not great don’t reply
I know I said its OK, the truth is that it is not OK or fine and it makes me angry
I didn’t have to invite you, but I did go to the effort so the least you could do is acknowledge the invite
I was being kind, ignoring me hurts my feelings
I think your behaviour is rude
If your children have a bug don’t invite us to play date we don’t want to share
Sorry, committees are not for me thanks but not thanks
Don’t ask for advice if you’re not going to listen I do not need to practice speaking
No I don’t want to join your affiliate programme
No I don’t have a PPI claim to make STOP CALLING ME!
No I’ve not been injured in an accident STOP TEXTING ME!
I don’t like you and don’t want to be friends
You don’t get me or my life
You don’t understand my pressures
It’s not my fault you’re not pregnant
I resent you making me feel guilty about being a working parent
I’m sorry you don’t understand our commitments but it doesn’t change them
You are not busier than me, I am not busier than you, the busy Olympics are in your head
I would appreciate someone else organising something for once
It would make my life easier if you did it yourself
How about you book it this time?
You make my life difficult so I am making my life without you in it
You still owe me twenty quid
I know it’s easier to ask me but google is free and the answer is there
I need you to respect my other commitments
I am pissed off that I’ve dropped of the dieting wagon
I hate my body right now