I am.

These are some things I have realised about myself. Some of them are good, some bad. Most are both, or neither, because nothing is ever that clear-cut.

Lazy

I will eventually get round to changing this.

Eager to love

Love is marvellous; there should be more of it.

Forgetful

I forget many things, which doesn’t usually bother me, as you can’t get upset about forgetting something if you don’t know you’ve forgotten it, but I have been known to forget useful things. Like February. Or my name.

A work in progress

I am only a snapshot of a moment in time. I am always changing, and, hopefully, growing and improving.

Insatiable

I can never hug enough, learn enough, love enough, listen to enough music, or eat enough popcorn. This only counts with salted popcorn.

Not stupid

Although I do stupid things. Like walk into doorways, bollards, tables and people. So clearly I’m not that bright either.

Always looking for a reason to laugh

And let’s face it, there is plenty in this life to make us smile. Like people walking into doorways.

Beautiful

I may not always think so, but statistically speaking there is bound to always be one person who does.

Honest

Sometimes brutally so. I’m too lazy to lie.

Obsessed with new things

Not so much of the corporeal variety, although I do have a wanton lust for shiny pretties. Mostly I’m obsessed with learning new things, and trying new things, and meeting new people (and their things?).

Too Many Thoughts

I have too many thoughts. Ideas, musings, whimsies, and idle speculations will float or burst into my mind at all hours of the day. Sometimes these thoughts will lead, ultimately, to something productive, or at least interesting; a creative project, a discussion with my friends (or anyone else who will listen) or the purchase of a book which promises to answer all my questions! Often I will rush to write down a particularly splendid thought, usually abandoning a much more useful task in the process. Mostly though, these thoughts just swirl around and around in my head, jostling for my attention and preventing me from actually achieving anything.

So, I clearly need less thoughts. Or at least somewhere to direct them to, to keep them out of my way. Thus I have decided to write a blog. (The particularly sharp among you may have already noticed this.) Now, I have no delusions that this blog will ever become especially popular or anything fancy like that. (I know it's mandatory to say that, so as not to appear as a conceited ass, and of course it would be lovely if I became a internationally famous blogger extraordinaire, but really, it's not looking hopeful!) I'm writing this blog for me, about things that I find interesting, curious or worthy of attention. If you happen to find them interesting too, then you're welcome to tag along. But honestly, if I were you, I'd run screaming. Now. Go on, it'll only end badly if you don't.....