tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post5290063183198145673..comments2023-06-05T09:22:52.912+01:00Comments on Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open: InstinctPlease Don't Eat With Your Mouth Openhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09246896544080806179noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-91023571899686105892008-10-26T20:42:00.000+00:002008-10-26T20:42:00.000+00:00Sorry, I'm late to comment on this.In my experienc...Sorry, I'm late to comment on this.<BR/><BR/>In my experience, gut instincts are usually right. But I am crossing my fingers that this is not the case for you xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-49652272442933069472008-10-10T13:13:00.000+01:002008-10-10T13:13:00.000+01:00I can do worry and paranoia with the best of them ...I can do worry and paranoia with the best of them and I have to say, from my personal experiance, things are never as bad as I have imagined them to be.<BR/><BR/>I can really empathise with the not busy at work thing; when ever I've not been busy at work and had things on my ming I end up with a visit from my Black Dog - just like the end of last year (you my recall some of my posts from that time)<BR/><BR/>My thoughts are with you but I'm sure it'll turn out to be a case of two much time time to think cause you to imaginge the worst.AFC 30Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11008242104045918716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-76149314311721330932008-10-09T18:59:00.000+01:002008-10-09T18:59:00.000+01:00Mozilla is comforting: "Are you SURE you would lik...Mozilla is comforting: "Are you SURE you would like to navigate away from this page? You wrote something and didn't save it... do you really want to wander off without saying it?"<BR/><BR/>I did want to say something, but at times like these I either spout cliches or say something horrifically inappropriate in a desperate attempt to elicit laughter and instead become afraid of provoking offence. Or I would mirror everyone else's comments and that would be pointless.<BR/><BR/>No idea whats happened or potentially about to happen, but I really hope you're OK because you're ace and I like you and feel like you're my social superior and that I should therefore look up to you and sycophantically hang around your blog waiting for attention and/or something to comment on.<BR/><BR/>Hmmm...I think I avoided cliches / offence / repetition... but perhaps I may sound silly. I meant most of what I said though, especially the liking part but excepting anything which may have offended. I am going to stop writing now.blueskies2dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06906067194295461991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-48247437692309232992008-10-09T15:05:00.000+01:002008-10-09T15:05:00.000+01:00sorry that last comment sounded a bit Errr No!!! D...sorry that last comment sounded a bit Errr No!!! Duh!. <BR/><BR/>It was more of a thinking err... then a no, and a bit... but that would of been weird though.James Inkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10914567363619249234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-74988303934572247562008-10-09T15:03:00.000+01:002008-10-09T15:03:00.000+01:00"It's not Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus ...<I>"It's not Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus is it, James?"</I><BR/><BR/>Er no... that would be weird if it was. So has the book help you figure us blokes out?James Inkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10914567363619249234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-46363644631275184032008-10-09T12:57:00.000+01:002008-10-09T12:57:00.000+01:00Here's hoping you were totally wrong and worrying ...Here's hoping you were totally wrong and worrying about nothing!weeniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01602950445306813601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-3623995589502376572008-10-09T09:28:00.000+01:002008-10-09T09:28:00.000+01:00It's not Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus i...It's not Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus is it, James? I've had my nose buried in that for the past couple of weeks!<BR/><BR/>And yes, thank god for shiny gadgets as well, a girl's best friend in a crisis.Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Openhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09246896544080806179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-64900101548077666082008-10-09T09:05:00.000+01:002008-10-09T09:05:00.000+01:00Luckily my sister was on hand with the mirror surf...<I>Luckily my sister was on hand with the mirror surface of her iPod so I could sort out my running mascara. It's times like that you thank god for..."</I><BR/><BR/>I was sure that quote was going to end with... "shiny gadgets".<BR/><BR/>Sorry to hear you're feeling a little blue. I hope whatever it is sorts itself out soon.<BR/><BR/>I was about to trot off some random psycho-babble related to a book I'm currently reading, but I think it best I spare you such advice for both our sakes.James Inkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10914567363619249234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-73267244008976545832008-10-08T22:36:00.000+01:002008-10-08T22:36:00.000+01:00Wow, thank you everyone. I was reading your replie...Wow, thank you everyone. I was reading your replies at work through email and they've really given me a different slant on things.<BR/><BR/>pjb - I think that's the stage I'm at, getting paranoid about being paranoid. I work myself up and my mind goes crazy; sometimes its hard to know what to think.<BR/><BR/>elaine - It's half and half I think. Half yes, something's up, but half no, it's not me. I find tears awkward wherever I am unless I'm on my own. <BR/><BR/>lapa - Good advice! <BR/><BR/>rachel - That's exactly it: is it real or am I imagining it? I hope your work situation turns out well for you, too.<BR/><BR/>cataclismical - Thanks. It's good to know I wasn't the only one shedding a tear today.<BR/><BR/>rosie - It feels weird writing about feeling sad! I don't know how some people do it all the time, it's bloody exhausting. <BR/><BR/>unbearable - That's something my boyfriend would agree with. In fact, whenever I have a crazy day like today, it's his first reason. If I was busy, things would be in perspective a lot more.<BR/><BR/>reluctant - You have no idea how much that message makes sense; you're so right. Law of attraction isn't it, when you feel bad, you attract bad. And we do all get through it, I'm glad you reminded me. <BR/><BR/>hannah - my instinct can sniff bad things a mile away, then I think it's my head that blames me for it.<BR/><BR/>m-o-t - log of things eaten today: apple, half a bowl of soup, apple. And I feel all the worse for it.<BR/><BR/>blue - Thank you, I think insecurity plays a huge part. It's just this panic sets in and there's no escaping it. EVen when I know I'm being irrational - I still think what if I'm not? Argh. You can be in my crying club too!<BR/><BR/>surviving - any time. And I mean that. Just say the word.Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Openhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09246896544080806179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-9848573966571385982008-10-08T19:49:00.000+01:002008-10-08T19:49:00.000+01:00Thank you for the play-by-play of your apple eatin...Thank you for the play-by-play of your apple eating.surviving myselfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13421187332033401147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-24369402712194620132008-10-08T17:11:00.000+01:002008-10-08T17:11:00.000+01:00Hun, I am a little late on the comments here despi...Hun, I am a little late on the comments here despite reading your post earlier on my feed reader. I just wanted to think a while before commenting and say that I know how your fears can totally consume you and turn a normally sane brain upside down. <BR/><BR/>I truly hope, from the anguish in this post alone, that your gut instinct turns out to be wrong and you're just tired or the tannoy announcements on the train have gotten too much and mushed up your mind temporarily. But if it turns out that your hunch - whatever it is - is right, you have the strength to get through it. You will come out the other side.<BR/><BR/>As for crying on trains... I started crying on Dan who comments on my blog in the pub at lunchtime. I cry all the time. Sometimes I wonder if I have any shame left... so crying on trains is nothing babe xxSouphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12289911480898794581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-35683227257595569422008-10-08T16:51:00.000+01:002008-10-08T16:51:00.000+01:00Eek! Hope all's OK ... PS : And if you cant eat ...Eek! Hope all's OK ... <BR/><BR/>PS : And if you cant eat - dont. Misery + forcing down food = a problem that only a large bottle of Gaviscon can clear.Mouldy-Old-Tartlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13038284679875424873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-76503635554843852602008-10-08T13:34:00.000+01:002008-10-08T13:34:00.000+01:00Erk. Hope the instinct is wrong, and that you're o...Erk. Hope the instinct is wrong, and that you're okay. xxxBlondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04949311774305277801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-16591513117846907982008-10-08T13:19:00.000+01:002008-10-08T13:19:00.000+01:00Oh shit, that doesn't sound good at all. My instin...Oh shit, that doesn't sound good at all. <BR/><BR/>My instincts are usually right too and sometimes I wonder if they actually determine the direction things go - I feel worried about something, I react differently to it as a result despite trying not to, so it is more likely to go wrong even when it had no intention of going wrong initially. <BR/><BR/>I sincerely hope your instinct is well and truly (wrote a swear word there but decided it was unsuitable) wrong (there that's better) and that all turns out OK.<BR/><BR/>If it's not you'll get through it. Because we always do.<BR/><BR/>Big hugs xxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-9625256870134745742008-10-08T13:09:00.000+01:002008-10-08T13:09:00.000+01:00The fact that you’re not busy at work will only fe...The fact that you’re not busy at work will only feed your instinct or paranoia or whatever you want to call it. An idle mind is the devil’s playground. When I get too much free time at work, I start to Google old girlfriends and shop online for a lot of crap that I don’t need.The Unbearable Banishmenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704208968630911021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-470926955379323932008-10-08T13:04:00.000+01:002008-10-08T13:04:00.000+01:00Thank God for mirrored bits on iPods! I've had to ...Thank God for mirrored bits on iPods! I've had to use the shiney screen of my phone after untimely bouts of tears...<BR/><BR/>I hope everything's ok though. I'm not used to reading about you being sad! Try not to worry too much because it might be nothing...?rosiewishes.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-87683814348478514072008-10-08T11:17:00.000+01:002008-10-08T11:17:00.000+01:00Having read PJB's post today and having taken myse...Having read PJB's post today and having taken myself outside for a private weep, I read your post with equal understanding. I just can't bring myself to blog my insecurities right now as I think it would possibly mirror both of you.<BR/><BR/>I'm with all the other commenters here .. and as with PJB {{hugs}}Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-25540510890708178862008-10-08T11:12:00.000+01:002008-10-08T11:12:00.000+01:00I am having the exact same emotions at the moment,...I am having the exact same emotions at the moment, but mine are more work related whereas yours seem more personal. Its awful isnt it, you know something is up but then you think, am I being totally stupid. Trust yourself and I hope everything works out ok for you!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-37852933021437024992008-10-08T10:41:00.001+01:002008-10-08T10:41:00.001+01:00An aplle a day keeps the Doctor away...An aplle a day keeps the Doctor away...Lapahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08340171922080377774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-77772342662218377022008-10-08T10:41:00.000+01:002008-10-08T10:41:00.000+01:00Don't you hate it when the damn tears come at the ...Don't you hate it when the damn tears come at the most inappropriate moments?<BR/><BR/>Sorry to hear you're feeling so low and worrying about something. I hope it all works out ok and you're just being paranoid after all. xElaine Denninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10640829930815645105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-30023090663385940142008-10-08T10:27:00.000+01:002008-10-08T10:27:00.000+01:00Damn gut feelings. I used to find that mine were r...Damn gut feelings. I used to find that mine were right all the time, especially the really bad ones..but then I got so paranoid that I was imagining them... now i'm just crazy I think.<BR/>But hang in there, once the issue is addressed, you'll find out for sure xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com