Hello there. Today is Sunday 31st January 2021, day 48294 (slight exaggeration) of lockdown here in England. It has just taken me a long time to figure out how to log back into this site, and what for you might ask? Well I actually have no idea. As you can see from the posts on this blog, I kinda gave up a long time ago. Like I have with a lot of things in my 20s. But is that not what your 20s are for? That is what I am going to tell myself anyway. I am 30 this year and then I suppose it won’t be as cute anymore, to be a mess and not know what you’re doing in life, but I am going to ride the cute wave of it for another few months until the big 3-0 arrives (and beyond let’s be honest).
Anyway, I hope you’re all doing well out there in internet land, and managing to stay busy one way or another. Today I reread The Perks Of Being A Wallflower in it’s entirely (the first time I have ever read a book in 1 day – Hurrah for me) and I have deactivated my Instagram account, which is something I have thought about doing for a while now.
Instagram is a funny one. Funnily enough, I think I would enjoy it a lot more if I didn’t actually follow anyone I knew in real life. It’s as if I can physically feel my mood go down every second I spend on there, it’s the strangest thing. So anyway, I thought it was best to just get rid of it. I still have an active Facebook account which is only really through necessity as I manage the Facebook accounts for work, and to be honest if you ever need to get rid of anything people on Facebook will take ANYTHING. Literally. I had a tub of tangled coat hangers that were doing my head in, and within 5 minutes of posting them on Facebook someone had arranged with me to collect them that afternoon. So for that reason it is bloody handy.
Back to the book, I first read The Perks of Being a Wallflower when I was 18ish and I remember really liking it. I must have lent my copy to someone though as I couldn’t find it on the bookshelf and so bought a second hand copy of Depop and sat down this afternoon to reread it, fully expecting to not like it as much now I am the grand old age of 29, however I think I identified with Charlie just as much now as I did then. So I guess somethings don’t change.
Anyway, I am going to try and get an early night as my sleeping is pattern is pretty bad at the mo. Goodnight.