Today I walked out the door with blazing red hair, and rain to dampen it for good. Thankfully hair dye doesn't run or I'd been transformed into a Labour Party hopeful. As it happened, I put a brave face and went to school, which right now is one big celebration for Christmas. Which for a Christmas freak like me is very very nice, but which can also prove to be difficult. I was also amazed at the throngs of mums, dad, mum's boyfriends, dad's girlfriends, dad's boyfriends (that too), nannu, nanna, probably even a buznanna. I also met an old schoolfriend and as usual I committed the ultimate gaffe. I thought she was a parent. Wrong, she's a nanna! At 35??? Which made me feel very inappropriate and confused and what the hell not. Anyway I'm now in a little spot hiding from the rest of the cheer, with my laptop. And this is much better. Because I don't have to pretend how over the moon I am feeling. Because I still haven't found the moon in the first place. Incidentally I wonder who coined up the word lunatic in the first place. What does lunar have to do with lunatic? To me lunatic means a man/woman who lives on the moon. Or at the very least, a man/woman who was at least once on the moon. So since I have never holidayed on the moon I can never be a lunatic. Cool. I'll remember that for future purposes.
So anyway, I decided that during the little spare time I had to get away from kids all in tinsel and white, and red noses, I'd be going shopping. For the booze, meaning nothing for me. But I so liked putting loads of bottles on the counter, I just couldn't stop. And half of the stuff I never ever saw in my life may I add. Judging by the total amount I ran up in 20 minutes, I thought the shop owner would be calling the AA on me. Strange thing, people were ready to give me their place in the queue because this poor woman (me) had so much to handle. And yes that much was true, I did have quite a lot to handle. And then just as the cash register clocked in on the terrible amount, I was handed a glass with transparent liquid in. Which of course I politely refused and explained that I don't drink, which in turn got me a look of... who the hell are you trying to kid with a full trolley of booze? Oh well stranger things have happened. So I just made a quick exit because I suddenly became so conscious that I wasn't part of the group just because I never do alcohol. It's a strange relationship there is between me and alcohol. It doesn't even exist. Of course I have alcohol in the house, quite a lot of it, just for when guests come knocking. But I never ever give them a second look. They're nothing interesting like jewellery. I don't know where this stems from but it's always been so. If people were all like me, the AA could close shop. Which got me thinking. Had I been buying a trolley-full of chocolate, would the reaction have been the same? Would anybody have offered me a chocolate? I guess not. For so many reasons. The thing is I would have refused anyway, for the same kind of reasons among which dieting is not present.
Anyway I've got to go back to the last round of Christmas cheer. If I hear the word Rudolph another time I'm throwing up. If I hear Jingle Bells again... I think I'm going to become a lunatic, which means, I'm taking a trip to the moon.
So anyway, I decided that during the little spare time I had to get away from kids all in tinsel and white, and red noses, I'd be going shopping. For the booze, meaning nothing for me. But I so liked putting loads of bottles on the counter, I just couldn't stop. And half of the stuff I never ever saw in my life may I add. Judging by the total amount I ran up in 20 minutes, I thought the shop owner would be calling the AA on me. Strange thing, people were ready to give me their place in the queue because this poor woman (me) had so much to handle. And yes that much was true, I did have quite a lot to handle. And then just as the cash register clocked in on the terrible amount, I was handed a glass with transparent liquid in. Which of course I politely refused and explained that I don't drink, which in turn got me a look of... who the hell are you trying to kid with a full trolley of booze? Oh well stranger things have happened. So I just made a quick exit because I suddenly became so conscious that I wasn't part of the group just because I never do alcohol. It's a strange relationship there is between me and alcohol. It doesn't even exist. Of course I have alcohol in the house, quite a lot of it, just for when guests come knocking. But I never ever give them a second look. They're nothing interesting like jewellery. I don't know where this stems from but it's always been so. If people were all like me, the AA could close shop. Which got me thinking. Had I been buying a trolley-full of chocolate, would the reaction have been the same? Would anybody have offered me a chocolate? I guess not. For so many reasons. The thing is I would have refused anyway, for the same kind of reasons among which dieting is not present.
Anyway I've got to go back to the last round of Christmas cheer. If I hear the word Rudolph another time I'm throwing up. If I hear Jingle Bells again... I think I'm going to become a lunatic, which means, I'm taking a trip to the moon.
