Ps. I'm An Introvert

My Heart's A Bit Bigger Than That

Once upon a time I took the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator test and of course my result showed that I'm a extrovert - WRONG! It turns out I'm more of an introvert than an extrovert.


Now for those of you who know me you'll be thinking, "No, what's she on about, she's definitely an extrovert", seriously people I'm not. However, I would say is that at times I have the tendency to seem like an extrovert but the truth is I'd chose a night in watching dvds over a night out any day.


NOTE: I'm not withdrawn or being rude I'm just being me!


So if you have an introvert amoung you embrace them and if you don't know how to then Jonathan Rauch will tell you how to:


How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice?
First, recognize that it's not a choice. It's not a lifestyle. It's an orientation.
Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don't say "What's the matter?" or "Are you all right?"
Third, don't say anything else, either.

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Shortcuts: Granny Trends

This Is How It All Begins...

Grand-Daddy Cool?

Hair loss, dentures, wrinkles, lack of mobility and gravity taking an overwhelming toll on your physical appearance are all the things that make me happy to be 20. 

However it’s a well-known fact that life starts at 40 but that isn’t true - life really begins at 65 - as life doesn’t really get fun until you’re a certified granny. 

People 65 and over are living the life and they are the real trendsetters.

All the hottest looks and trends all over the world have been inspired by none other than the OAPs and if your like me and have about four decades before your granted your granny status here are a few trends that are accessible to us…

Granny’s Secret
Alexander Wang and Stella McCartney have both launched underwear lines celebrating oversized pants. Truth be told granny pants are amazing. 

They hold in all those bits that you don’t want to be visible when you’re wearing that ultra tight dress or skirt. 

But let’s not get confused granny pants are only cool for girls it’s a no-no for the guys.

Off Your Trolley
Fed up of holding your shopping in your hands, is it proving too strenuous on your soft palms? 

Then look no further, Rolser are here to help. 

Known as the “Rolls Royce of shopping trolleys”, Rolser’s have been stocking the most fashionable trolleys in the UK and Ireland for the last 15 years, so you’ll never have to hold another carrier bag for the rest of your days.

A Puff Here, A Puff There
Holding a cigarette in your hand is so 2009.

Ladies why not get your Aubrey Hepburn on and purchase an oh-so elegant cigarette holder and for the lads, it’s time to prove just how much of a man's man you really are and learn how to smoke a pipe.

The Glamourous Life...

Issue 115: October 2010 

Personal Opinion: Not The Best Outfit For Her Body

Anyone who knows me knows I'm a GLAMOUR girl and if you really know me well you'd know that I have copies of the magazine coming out of my ears, as I am NEVER without a copy. 

I'm a fan of GLAMOUR magazine for several reasons and here are my top three:

1. I love flicking through the glossy pages and reading the captions under all the pictures
2. I love that the magazine is broken down into sections
3. I love 'Hey, it's OK...' (first page I search for)

In this issue of GLAMOUR I really enjoyed reading 'Inside A Sleep Expert's Bedroom' by Humphrey Klinkenberg, although this wasn't the longest feature I found it very informative and it was just filled with useful tips that will help rule out the mistakes that many of us make when we're trying to get some kip.

'Your Most Embarrassing Sex Moments (And How To Survive Them!)' gave me a laugh out loud moment whilst I made my way home from work on the tube. If the last disaster doesn't make you laugh then I'm sorry to say but there must be something wrong with you.

Finally as one of the promotions in the magazine this month, GLAMOUR created two fold out pages dedicated to Max Colour Effect by Max Factor called 'The New Colour Rules'. The advertioral features tips from make-up artist Caroline Barnes. 

 

Watch out for my review on 'The Glamourous Life' next month...

Filled With Ink

The Tools

As the pages of notebook have more ink poured over them, I begin to feel lighter.


My head empties but everyday something new is added, one thought leaves and another takes its place.


When the ink runs dry, my headaches return - my mind isn't at rest.


The thoughts and ideas eventually expire.


Wasted without a chance to showcase their full potential.

Just Look Over Your Shoulder

Big Foot?

Last week one of my best friends asked me to come out for a meal, at first I was a little resistant because I'm all about my sleep nowadays and I don't relish in the idea of loosing anymore sleep. 

Anyway I obliged and we ended going to a restaurant in Islington called Mem & Laz and the menu in that place was ridiculous - they cook every meal in any recipe book. 

I ordered Bangers & Mash which was beautiful, I tasted a little Pan Chicken and I dribbled at the sight of their homemade burger and curly fries. The meal was lovely and the prices of the meals didn't send a chill up my spine, but this post isn't about amazing food at good prices, instead this post is about the importance of friends.

We all know defining friends isn't easy, as some so-called "friends" don't deserve the title however for those who can be deemed worthy of the title you've gotta love them.

Real friends know how to put your mind at rest when your stress levels hit an all time high, they know how to make you laugh when you thought you'd never laugh again and when your hurting their actions or words are the most comforting thing in the world.

Nonetheless, I think the key thing about friends is that they ultimately define the type of person you are and although each person in a group of friend has their individual personality traits the thing that keeps your group together is the fact that you have the same views on various issues. 

In the past I have found it very hard to define the type of person I was and I believe that the type of people I was hanging around with was a big part of it because they were nothing like me. So if you find that on more than one occasion you have disagreed with someone in your group of friends or the entire group's view on whatever or just felt uncomfortable because you weren't able to express yourself, then it might be time to think about whether the people you're hanging about with are truly your kind of people.

To conclude, even though making friends is all about accepting people for who they are, that doesn't mean you should compromise who you are because being fake to avoid conflict will only lead to conflict.

Be yourself and be happy. Love the friends that make you happy and leave the ones that...don't!

                      

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Blinded By Love

I no longer wish to feel like this, the exhaustion is another form of depression.

Rejected by the man that haunts my sleep, I fear one day my heart will seize to beat.

Filled with pain that thing which is trapped between two lungs shall never be released.

The tears are absorbed by my pillow but the emotions flood the page.

Dedicated To The Lover...

I'm Guessing They Found Each Other Irresistible

As I hear the kisses he applies to my neck, my knees start to weaken. 

 

His hands move from my hips to my inner thighs and I’m on my back again, we kiss, the taste he leaves in my mouth is delicious. 

His kisses always keep me hungry but he finds many ways to satisfy my appetite. 

Listening to his heartbeat as I lay on his smooth chest, I can tell that he is as nervous as I am. 

Perhaps afraid? 

Afraid of what we could become. 

I think of things I would be doing if I was not with him, and I get nothing. 

The dates in my diary will always be open, for me to receive his love. 

Love? 

Much more lover, no definition as to what is going on but the moments we spend together I cherish, until we go back to our normal lives.

His scent is a combination of where he rests his head and the things that he wraps his beautiful skin in. 

I close my eyes, when I open them, I see him, I see my lover, my darling lover.

I return to my bed and he sleeps alone in his, I hope.

Is Time Running Out?

The Cake I Never Got To Taste

As my Mother hits five decades I think of all the great things I would like to achieve by the time another three decades are added to my life. I think of the unrealistic timeline I have embedded in my mind, you know the one I'm talking about - dream job at 23, married by 25 (27 the latest), kids before 30 and billionaire by 40.


Now I'm 20, meaning I have about two years and a bit to get to where I need to in order to be at my dream job by 23. At 21 I should technically be with the man of my dreams if I'm planning to be waltzing down that isle come 25. Kids aren't at the top of the agenda after watching 'One Born Every Minute' but as for billionaire I have roughly seven years to think of a get-rich-quick scheme that's gonna ensure that I'm living comfortably for the rest of my days.


Looks like my to-do list is going to need more than one sheet of A4...