So last week of sick, back to work tomorrow. Not going to lie I’ve had another bad week as in… Nothing has really happened. Its a struggle to think of anything to write really.
I’ve been told that no matter how comfortable you are being alone the majority of your life there will at least be one moment where you wish that you could fit in, you did fit in or you wanted to fit in.
As one of those annoying people who do and don’t everything (I do want friends, but I don’t want friends, I do want to go out with people and I don’t want to leave my house, I do want to talk to someone but I’d rather poke my eyes out then do so….) I can agree with that but I also know I’m unusual in general.
So the question becomes is it actually important to “fit in” and what does that even mean?!
If I could have 5 foods delivered to me on a deserted island what would they be?
It doesn’t say whether these are meals or just five actual food stuffs. If its just food things on their own then it would probably be :
Walkers Ready Salted Crisps
I would die pretty fast but I’d be in heaven.
If they were meals then I guess I’d live a little longer. I’d still ask for the Apples and the Yogurt though maybe instead of just the Yogurt I’d ask for some fancy fruit do-hickey with Yogurt poured over it.
Plus pizza. Lots and lots of pizza.
Maybe something with bacon?
The thing is I would never think of how to survive I’d just panic and scream the first five things that I’d miss off the top of my head. Who would really sit there and think up the best five things to survive? I mean even if they gave me a chance to reconsider and pointed out that drink would not be included I’d probably still forget something as essential as water as long as you give me my bloody Mars Bars!
I’d be so easy to torture too! Forget the Mars Bars one time and then my life will be over.
I don’t do good with food!