Just the other day I worked out, once and for all, why life is so very difficult. It’s obvious, really. It’s because, from the moment we are born, we are racking up things that oppose one another. In other words, we become hypocrites as soon as we leave the womb, and almost as soon as we have awareness of self we are trying to remember all the things we like / dislike, so as not to come of looking hypocritical. Take me for example: for years I thought french riviera villas were rubbish, and now my mum owns one, and I’m there every six months…

And it’s quite hard. It’s tough if you have an incredible memory, and if you have a bad memory (like I do, unless it’s for the ISBN number of every chick-lit novel I own) you don’t stand a chance. So that’s it. You go through life and other people pick out all these weird hypocritical opinions / things you do etc. You can’t get away from them. You just have to accept that you are like that and there’s not a thing you can do about it.

Of course, it’s the way it was meant to be. And the fact that I walk in to a shop and don’t like a certain kind of heels one day (swear that I will never buy them) and the next week buy them, isn’t a big deal really, is it? No. I’m going to stop worrying about it now, because that’s another one right there. Last week I promised myself I was not the worrying kind–

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