One of the many things I’m great at doing is, swallowing my problems and pretending that they’re not there. I push them deeper and deeper into my stomach and just expect my problems to sit there peacefully, with no disturbances from me, just to sit in sheer comfort deep in my stomach.
Sooner or later, I erupt. I wish I could tell you I’m not as bad as an erupting volcano at its peak, I really wish I could tell you I know how to be cool as the cucumbers you put in your salads, but I just can’t bring myself to lie. I am the proud owner of the most dramatic person to live award, and have had the honour of receiving a blue peter badge from the CEO himself for mastering the arts of the emotional wrecks.
All jokes aside, I am entitled to my emotions, and I fail at hiding my feelings, they don’t shy away from showing themselves on my face, whatever the occasion, it’s a must my feelings present themselves too. It’s all fine and dandy when I’m happy and I’m smiling and showcasing my teeth as my real trophies. But when I’m an emotional wreck, I don’t really want the world to know I’m going psycho for the moment.
I had a psycho episode this weekend. I’m not proud, and I will live for the day I can share these stories with my grandchildren.
Sunday’s are used as days I get the chance to pick a city and unveil its jewels. This Sunday, my old and wandering soul took me to Dover!
During WW2, the number of hospitals were decreasing from the all the bombings taking place. Deep under the Castle, an underground hospital was built as well as underground war time tunnels, which you’re able to walk through.
It was an experience nonetheless. Smells and sounds are released during the tour to give you a feel of what it really felt like to be underground, in narrow corridors struggling to stay lit from the lack of light.
Everything was so picturesque, except me. Every picture that was taken of me I just couldn’t be satisfied. I am so grateful for the person(s) who take my pictures. If the night ceased to come I would get certain person(s) to take pictures of me forever.
I am a little nosey bugger.
I managed to get excited about going on a two mile hike over Dover Cliffs, and dine like a princess running away from the chains of her chambers to the lighthouse that sits perfectly at the top of the cliff overlooking the city.
We made it! Sweating and out of breath, ready to indulge into anything at this point.
Would you believe me if I told you, we walked 2 miles empty stomached, we remembered our phones and our cameras, but we forgot to pick up money for food and drinks.
I dragged myself back to the car, tears streaming down my face, frown lines etching a permanent mark on my forehead, leaving a dirt trail behind me from all the dragging my feet were doing. Struggling to breath, and contemplating whether that was the light I was seeing, it is safe to say I made it back to the car in one piece.
All the people I passed while in this state must have thought I was a mad woman. They probably didn’t know whether to comfort me from crying or to stay clear from all the stomping and dragging.
I would be lying again if I said I was as cool as the cucumber you eat in your salads.
I did faint.
There had to be something to seal the day from hell and it sure as hell was that!
I am lucky to have been in the company of my bestest friend in the whole world. I was fed and patched up in no time.
If I was to do it again, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.