Dear DiaLog,
I’d like to start this post (is that what
you call this?) with a bit of a quote. In the words of Alex Hitchens in ‘Hitch’
(don’t you just love that movie?) …
“Like
I always tell my clients - begin each day as if it were on purpose.”
So, today, that’s exactly what I did. I
guess I should probably warn you now that I’m slightly movie obsessed – but
you’ll get used to that. Back to my
point… I got out of bed… pretty ordinary… I ate breakfast (coco pops if you
must know – Dad did the shopping) and I got dressed. Not being a school day
(thank you government for school holidays) I then went back to bed… yes, in my
clothes… and watched 2 hours of YouTube.
“Ordinary,” you say, “I do that all the
time.”
Hypothetically, if you said that (as Liv did when she called me at 10am) our conversation may or may not have gone something like this:
“Ordinary? Pfft. I never do this. You should know me better than that?”
“I do know you better than that… well enough to know that you’re not exactly ordinary Allie.”
“Oh. Thanks.”
“Compliment.”
“I said thanks!” (*Insert ‘cute’ smiley face emoticon here to avoid awkward miscommunication*)
“Right.”
Then it might go on, and on, and on, and on about nothing in particular at all until I realize that Liv (or you, hypothetically speaking) might just be right. Since when have I succumbed to stereotypes? Just because 89.999% of the teenage population does this on a very regular basis, why does that mean it’s normal for me? So, I started wondering. What’s wrong with me…? Am I just weird? Maybe that’s why… certain people… have no apparent interest in me. As a friend of course. Nothing else. Nothing ‘weird’.
Hypothetically, if you said that (as Liv did when she called me at 10am) our conversation may or may not have gone something like this:
“Ordinary? Pfft. I never do this. You should know me better than that?”
“I do know you better than that… well enough to know that you’re not exactly ordinary Allie.”
“Oh. Thanks.”
“Compliment.”
“I said thanks!” (*Insert ‘cute’ smiley face emoticon here to avoid awkward miscommunication*)
“Right.”
Then it might go on, and on, and on, and on about nothing in particular at all until I realize that Liv (or you, hypothetically speaking) might just be right. Since when have I succumbed to stereotypes? Just because 89.999% of the teenage population does this on a very regular basis, why does that mean it’s normal for me? So, I started wondering. What’s wrong with me…? Am I just weird? Maybe that’s why… certain people… have no apparent interest in me. As a friend of course. Nothing else. Nothing ‘weird’.
Anyway – after Liv called (thanks Liv,
great start to the day) I got up and had one of those thrilling sister-sister
conversations with my equally thrilling older sister (love you Terri). Like I
said yesterday, Terri’s kind of the… rebellious one? Nevertheless, she’s the
one who comes and sits on my bed and chats to me for hours (ok, so my
definition of ‘got up’ really just means ‘sat up’) which is cool, most of the
time. From a birds eye view (which is kind of how I imagine you imagining it)
it looks something like this:
“So,
come on. Tell me – what do you know that I don’t?”
Of course at this point I never know what on Earth she’s talking about.
“Sorry?”
“Don’t play dumb, tell me. You told Tom, didn’t you?” Did I mention Terri knows about Tom? Yeah. Long story.
“Nope. What’s new with you?” Now, knowing my older, cunning-er sister – and knowing that she knows me – I should have known that all of this would be a set up so that she could tell me something of personal significance in a completely casual way… of course drawing more attention to the fact that it’s definitely not a ‘casual’ topic of discussion. More the ‘lets grab coffee and chocolate and more coffee and more chocolate and cry and hug and hold hands in a circle’ type ‘D&M’. Great.
“Sorry?”
“Don’t play dumb, tell me. You told Tom, didn’t you?” Did I mention Terri knows about Tom? Yeah. Long story.
“Nope. What’s new with you?” Now, knowing my older, cunning-er sister – and knowing that she knows me – I should have known that all of this would be a set up so that she could tell me something of personal significance in a completely casual way… of course drawing more attention to the fact that it’s definitely not a ‘casual’ topic of discussion. More the ‘lets grab coffee and chocolate and more coffee and more chocolate and cry and hug and hold hands in a circle’ type ‘D&M’. Great.
“So
I kind of started dating someone.” WHAT?! *Calm
down, calm down, breathe, breathe, breathe…*
“You…?
When?” *Breathe again*
“Like, six months ago. Guess I’ve been meaning to tell you.” And – would you believe it – then she left. Thanks sis. Great. Really.
And THAT, my friends is why you should start each day with a purpose. And tomorrow that purpose, without a doubt, is to find out the five W’s. Who? What? When? Where? WHY?! (Liv? Is that 5?)
This is Allie Fisher, saying seeya… and I feel like I just said goodnight on the national evening News.
“Like, six months ago. Guess I’ve been meaning to tell you.” And – would you believe it – then she left. Thanks sis. Great. Really.
And THAT, my friends is why you should start each day with a purpose. And tomorrow that purpose, without a doubt, is to find out the five W’s. Who? What? When? Where? WHY?! (Liv? Is that 5?)
This is Allie Fisher, saying seeya… and I feel like I just said goodnight on the national evening News.
LOVE!
Allie
Apparently they use emoticons over the phone now?!
ReplyDeleteJust something that Allie added into the blog post (not over the phone) to clarify her emotions for the readers. Sorry if it's a bit unclear everyone!
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