Sometimes...

...I wish that I would think before I speak or offer to do something. I asked Boyfriend this morning -when he came back after working night - if he'd like something nice, for example, lasagne for dinner. "Oh Yes, please!" he said and that's when it hit me:

I don't fancy lasagne at all. I don't fancy making it, and I don't fancy eating a meat-lasagne. Darn it! I should have offered to make a vegetable casserole or something. But he didn't want that, he wanted meat. So I had to go and buy some meat.

And as if that wasn't bad enough.... I was hounded by people begging for different charities or other things. "No, I don't want to sponsor your shoppingtrip to Mozambique. Hey, are those sunglasses Chanel?" "No, I don't need to plant a tree to pay for my bad habits - I have already planted s**tloads of trees. You tend to do that when your parents own a forest and you need to help out as they pay your horse's vet bills - and you give yourself a pat on the back after having planted a tree? Try planting 1000 and see how you like that. Go breathe behind a diesel truck... you smelly Eco-girl!" "Save the children - fair enough - but I already sponsor the Swedish branch with loads of money each year. Whadd'ya say? It's unfair to the British branch?! You'd better go and save yourself or you will have your ass kicked so hard that your mom will find herself pregnant again! Prick"

Now, I didn't say those things but I thought them as I smiled politely and said "Thanks but no thanks" through gritted teeth. I am not a rude person but I do have a very vivid imagination and it amuses me to see all my little thoughts take shape in my head. I guess it wasn't too bad after all, it gave me a spring in my step all the way home.

Dear Lord, I need a therapist!