Having been in the lakes this weekend, fro my Hag Weekend, I'm still feeling fragile.
Partly because I was hideously drunkenly sick on Saturday night. Burn!
But I had a fantastic time. I love my friends. I love how with them, I'm kinda the confident, saucy one. Yet with other people, I'm the shy, innocent (they think), straightlaced - hell, even uptight - one.
How little they now.
But it got me thinking about the different faces one presents to the world... and how worried I sorta was at getting this random mix of people together, knowing that I normally probably do present 'different sides' (albeit all genuine, just different) sides of my personality to them. How would I react when they were all there? Would I be like a prism, refracting multiple personalities in different directions? Or introvert - unable to compute?
In the end, I was just a bit of everything... competitive, funny, flirty, sharp, drunk, caring, bossy, willing to embarass myself for kicks, tomboyish, girlie... it all balanced out quite wonderfully.
Well, apart form the drunken bit...but at least my friends are lovely enough to look after me and not judge me.
That is, as well as their other esteemed qualities, one of the reasons they are my friends.
This is real stuff. Maybe the occasional poem. For my fiction, go to What Kizzie Didn't / kizziefiction@blogger.com
