I am not particularly interested in anyone. This might be because I am too wrapped up on my own little bubble of existence or that I just don't know enough about the different types of people out there. It's like that awful dinner party question - if you could have anyone to dinner, which six people would you pick. I have no idea. I'm still panicking about the fact that I only have four dinner plates let alone what on earth would I cook before I even start considering who I'd invite.
Who do I want to know all about??? Don't get me wrong, I am quite nosey. I've read gossip magazines and clicked on Facebook articles about this or that celebrity's latest scandal but I 've fallen behind in who's who. When they announce the celebrities for shows like Strictly Come Dancing or I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here, nine times out of ten I only know who 1 or 2 of them are. And to be honest I have no real desire to find out. I do know who won the Great British Bake Off this year though. In fact I'd quite like to sit down, have a cuppa and a slice of cake with Nadiya but I wouldn't want to know everything about her.
Perhaps that's the problem. I'm just to polite to ask. I quite like gossipping to myself about the might haves and could bes, I enjoy slipping into my imagination and seeing what gets created. I think that is a more enjoyable experience, perhaps that is the writer in me. I'd rather make up something fascinating then find out the reality which is often never as interesting. The challenge continues . . .
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