Sometimes I honestly wish I could rip that loose screw right out of my head or at least give myself a good old mental floss.  My problem you see is that I am a waffler. I waffle more than the Dutch but with less butter and extra ridiculousness. It’s like I get a thought in my head and as much as I try to express it I find I have lost the powers of articulation, my ability to surmise and it all just gets lost in translation. This has happened a lot recently and maybe that is why I have started this blog. So I can waffle on to often anonymous people who are outside of the situation enough that maybe from reading they can identify a common trait and for a single moment I am not as alone as I presume myself to be…not that I am depressed or sad but you get whatta I mean ja? It happens from time to time that I come across a blog, read it and for a minute I really do connect with that person be it a new mummy from London or a web developer discussing irate customers and that’s what I love about blogging…Alas the real world isn’t a blog and comments cannot be deleted and foots generally do need to be surgically removed from between my chops.

I guess Ms Kahlo said it best :

 

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 I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.

Which leads us to now. I have managed to waffle on for several hundred words and I literally haven’t gotten anywhere.Case and point on the waffling front.

DOH!