Conjures up a particular image in the mind of a certain sort of person, doesn’t it? Someone a bit despicable; a sore loser; someone so horribly entitled they can’t bear to play by the rules (of whatever social convention) in order to achieve the Thing that others gain/obtain/achieve by following the proper channels.
In any walk of life, cheating seems to be something which most people take a dim view on. Perhaps there are varying degrees of ‘badness’ and a motley collection of viable justifications. Perhaps it’s always and everywhere wrong. But show me someone who hasn’t skewed the odds in their favour when the chance arose, and I’ll show you someone who can cast the first Starbucks Christmas Cup.
With no further ado, let the cheating begin!
I’m not ready – I’m hideously behind and also tired, and also want to get this hop on the road. So I banged on the Elvis Costello, whacked up the volume and ‘pumped it up’, dancing until the Seven GuardVirgins pretty much GAVE me the Book of Secret Rules (or, Secret Book of Rules) and carried me out on their shoulders, cheering. I’m using the grab’n’go rule which got stuck into the back of the book with masking tape – yaknow, the whole ‘call this number if you’re short of time and you can grab a TimeZoned Time-Out’ – THAT one.
I’m gonna keep updating as I go. SO CHECK BACK FOR THANKFULS!
ANYWAY! SO here’s the thing. I’m so sick and tired of myself, I needed some kind of life-hack to get around the fact that my Friday evenings have become less and less about the nose-to-the-grindstone of getting this hop hopping on time, than they have about chilling out after netball and watching a coupla episodes of Big Bang Theory with maybe or maybe not a glass of wine, but certainly at some point a cup of tea and some kind of fruit. All of which is lovely. None of which gets the writing done by 10pm GMT.
So tonight I’m life-hacking it. Or blog-hacking it. Or just plain cheating, with a list which will grow as time goes by, and people can check in and catch the beginning, middle or end of it, and see at what point they catch me. Feel free to call out what number I was up to when you arrived (and I shall be VERY thankful if anyone pays attention and I don’t get all the way to 10 Things with NO-ONE JOINING IN (thus making me feel like a total prat (you wouldn’t do that to me, would you?)))
Ack. Ned caught me too! *waves hello*
#1 is that I’ve almost managed to convince myself that sleep is a GOOD THING, and that it helped me to beat off a cold (would have been called Anthony), as I took a kindasorta earlyish night (still not quite the right side of midnight, but close) in order to try to avoid the full-blown maelstrom of epizooticality. And I did. I also ate a tonne of fresh fruit and veg, which can only have helped. So I’m vitamined to heck, and I’ve slept a bunch. I’m thankful for the advice and ootzing which made me go. Always ootz me, people. I’ll complain and whine (because I’m TIRED) but it does help.
Now Pattie’s caught me out hehehe I’m kinda liking the fun of building my list AND chatting to my readers at the same time! It’s really REAL – we’re all behind our screens, building this one together. Me likey.
#2 I’m on the sunshiney side of a horrid depressive episode. Call it what you may (don’t call it tiredness though, it was beyond that (though YES, it was probably exacerbated by lack of sleep)), I WISH there was a way to kick that monster to the curb or life-hack my way around the dark spots. They’re just so horrible, and in them, I feel massively disconnected and all the bads and sads. Some days I couldn’t even find a Silver Lining, except that day I made one and sent it to Rara, so in a way I kinda did. Anyway, I think the thankful here is being back in the light and brightness for as long as it lasts.
#3 Here’s a HUGE GREAT BIG SHINY THANKFUL, which is that sometimes, seeking work in unlikely places online, just pays off, and you get something really great, which helps loads, JUST in the nick of time. And maybe this is me, and maybe it’s also someone else, but I think it’s SUCH a great thing and I want to celebrate abstrusely without stealing any thunder.
#4 Words like ‘abstruse’ make me happy. I’m glad they exist, and I’m glad I have a fair-to-middling command over the English language. Something I always and often appreciate is the chance to convey nuance and tone in a manner that something less succinct would struggle with. I’m also given to neologising, and that often has hilarious results. Spoonerisms are less my thing, but sometimes they happen, too. Regardless. Language. Love it. The whole lot of it. I learned this week that it’s important to have a favourite ‘V’ word. I was gonna go with ‘Victory’ but then changed my mind because it seemed unattainable. I can’t remember what I switched to. Do YOU have a favourite word?
#5 TEA! I’m so very thankful for tea, I’m about to go and get a cup. Want one? I have Earl Grey (for daytime) and Rooibos or Chamomile for nighttime. Have you tried Rooibos? It has a gorgeous kind of earthy honeyness to it. And Chamomile is like being in a hayfield in high summer. I kind of love drinking a something which evokes an image or a situation. Which makes me sound a bit trippy but whatevs. I’m *really* tired. There are also FAR more important things to be thankful for than TEA, ffs, but until I get that cup in my hand, my brain won’t let me think of them…bear with me!
*10 minutes pass* (ahhhhhhhhh s’better!) And HIIIIIII Michelle, darling! ❤
#6 In all seriousness, the very, VERY first world luxury of being able to go to my kitchen, put on a kettle, grab a teabag and cup from the cupboard, and just…make tea. When I think of the numerous people who haven’t the resources to do that, or who are incapable, or prevented somehow from doing that simple little ritual…it aches my heart. That there are people out there who don’t have a particular, special cup. Or a kettle in front of which to stand, transferring weight from foot to foot, wondering whether if you watch the kettle, it’s the same as a pot which won’t boil. Or who don’t have the delight of hearing that water pour out into the cup, and the funny hiss as the teabag fills with air and floats (sounds at least equal to the ‘glug-glug-glug’ of wine being poured). It worries me. Makes me think about the fairness (or lack thereof) in this world. Introspection and tea. Life comes to that, sometimes.
#7 I’m thankful for art and ink and tattoos. I’m getting one tomorrow to commemorate half my life as Vince’s friend. We met in college, and very rapidly decided we hated each other. Time and circumstance brought us together, and we decided we’d make the best of it, and ended up for many years as the best of friends (ergo the nicknames Soulie and Bezzie) and we saw each other through some pretty damn tough stuff. So we’re each marking the occasion of our half-our-lives point, with ink, making this absolutely and indisputably permanently a done deal. which I rather love. Cos you KNOW how the ink is important to me.
#8 I’m thankful I got to go to work on a ferry one day this week. Even though it was an atrociously early start, and I was up before the world was. I got to sit on the dock o’ the dock, watching the ships begin to wake up and chug out into water still tinged with daybreak, which was pretty awesome. And then I got to nap, cradled and soothed by the motion of the sea. And then I got to work a morning and see my dad for the afternoon. Which was all well and good and we had a nice time together.
#9 Thankful for YOU, for reading this and putting up with the aftermath (or still-continuing-ath) of a pretty weird kind of post. If it helps, I have more music, and I’m dancing for the 7GV again, to keep them appeased. You can pick the tune if you don’t like this one, but it’s pretty toe-tappy, and I love it…
#10 The Wakefield Doctrine VidChat had a sudden reoccurrence tonight. And I’m in it. WHOOT!