I’ve known for a while that I don’t like people but sometimes things happen that make me really dislike them. I would go as far as saying I hate people sometimes. I knew when I became a writer that it could be lonely locked away, writing my woes of the world down. Probably complaining at some point about being lonely. Then this week happened.
I had called at my friends house for coffee and had just sat down when she exploded at her step-daughter in a rage filled rant about wrappers so I decided to cut my visit short. I don’t normally back-up women when they lose their temper with their children but I felt she was justified on this occasion.
When you have friends who blogs it becomes difficult not to compare yourself to them. Sure, their blog might be completely different, but is it better? Do they get more hits? And why? This is the case between me and my friend Gemma.