It's a Friday night, you're about 8 years old. You've had dinner and practiced your spelling test words with Mum. You've counted up your change so that you have enough money to buy some jelly tots and a curly wurly when you head down to the newsagents with Dad the next morning. You're feeling pretty content because it's the weekend, and that's two whole days away from school. Next week you might even have a 'Mufti' day (best thing ever).
The family sit down in the lounge, you get the best position in the corner on the sofa. You may or may not have a hot chocolate- lets be honest, you probably will. The TV is switched on, and boom, that familiar intro busts out from the speakers. You all know it people, well unless you've been hiding under a rock since 1994 (Gutting).
That's right:
Friends was the show to watch growing up. And what I love about it, is not just how funny all the characters are, but how wonderfully weird each of them are.
See, I've recently started to realise and accept just how strange I am.
What does that mean? Well, there are different things which I do or like, which apparently aren't normal... For instance:
I love the colour lime green, almost too much.
My favourite number is 22, I despise the numbers 59 and 97- even writing them feels wrong.
I think in another life I would have braided hair, have awesome attitude and be called Shaniqua (or Shanay-nay).
My favourite word at the moment is 'sassy' sometimes when I'm in a different mood it's 'edgy'.
I regularly think about what it would be like to have an afro and what I would keep in my hair if I did (pencils and lip balm are the most frequent choice).
I get freaked out by wrists, cows and geese.
Pigeons seem to have a frequent habit of flying into my face (once when I was riding my bike to rowing, that was horrific).
Every time I walk down a street I will go out of my way to not step on any cracks in the pavement.
I sometimes (pretty much always) in life, imagine I'm in a film, and what music would be playing in the background. Currently Norah Jones, Blink-182 and Journey are creating good soundtracks.
I have recently joked with my friends about forming an a cappella group like in Pitch Perfect, I'm actually being serious...
I used to get really embarrassed by things, how awkward it is when you mess up big time and someone discovers you're a little bit insane. I always thought that I'd stop being embarrassed about things when I had kids, surely after childbirth and messy toddlers you just don't care anymore about what people think of you. But, then I realised that, that's a while away.
Flipping Nora! I have to get over myself. I am weird, in a sense we're all a little bit odd (at least that's what I hold on to). And, you know what, I am ok with that.
A while ago my friend sent me this card, which I love:
Whatever pasta you are, you have to embrace it. The more that I have, the more I've realised just how fun it is. What's more, chances are, most of your friends are pretty crazy too.
Before I came to uni, my friend Lam told me that I had to make sure I kept a filter on things I did and said before people got freaked out. Harsh, but fair. Yet, I think there comes a freedom with letting it all out. Even if you end up in awkward situations laughing at yourself, it's way more fun, believe me. If not, text me, I'll probably laugh at you too.
Have a delightful weekend my friends!
Running Update
Last Sunday, Zara and I ran the Silverstone Half Marathon. We managed it in 2 hours 14 mins, which I am so proud of!
When we lined up to start, it was pretty nerve-wracking, not only because we were about to run the furthest we've ever run, but also due to the fact that there were so many people who we'd have to dodge and weave around throughout the run. In other words, you're not just running a marathon, you're also battling an obstacle course of people in shark costumes, pushing prams (?!) and the one man who decided to run in just a pair of pink pants...
It was brilliant to run it together, I really enjoyed it, but sadly now it means I have to go it alone for the rest of the training over Easter- sad times.
Today I'm going for a 15 mile run. Hopefully Oxford will be kind to me!
6 weeks to go-Ah! Thank you for your donations: www.justgiving.com/jennygwyther
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