Seriously guys I need to go to bed.
And yet I cant. I just got home from work (well an hour ago) and I'm too wired to sleep so I'm just procrastinternetting away my time until Ian comes home and hopefully makes me get my act together and go to sleep.
It's these kind of things I do in life that make me sure of the fact that I will never be a grown up. I will elaborate with another example here but I warn you know those with a weak disposition or intolerance to extreme patheticness stop reading now.
3 days ago I sliced mostly through the end of my finger with a breadknife. Where do I begin in this tale of idiocy? Maybe when I began slicing some bread for my sandwhich and stopped paying attention to what I was doing, as I was having a conversation with my boyfriend in the other room and I had completely forgotten that bread knives are sharp, not to mention serrated.
When the actual slicing of the finger happened my reaction was also far below what anyone would expect from someone who is 22 and is legally allowed to drive and drink alcohol (though not at the same time clearly). I started crying and held the offensive finger out to Ian to deal with. I cried the entire way through him running it under the cold tap and the entire way through him putting pressure on it. I only stopped crying after about 10 minutes sitting on the sofa having a cuddle whilst holding my finger wrapped in kitchen roll above my head.
When I had calmed down and stopped leaking from my eyes Ian explained to me calmly that he needed to take me to the hospital as I had sliced through the nail and it looked pretty deep. Of course at this information I promptly started crying again and the whole affair had to be re-started.
My finger is now healing fine and only serves me now as a reminder to my moment of complete abandon of all pretence of being an adult. When I was hurt I was unable to look after myself and instead reverted to the kind of ugly sobbing tears that people over the age of 4 have learned to control.
I don't think that I will ever be the conventional grown-up that I see every day. Maybe I will just have to make do with this man-child type intermediate that I have going on right now. Oh well :(
Yeah I'm still not going to bed.
Love Frankles xxx




