Climbing the o2 but really nothing about it


The impossible task of trying to make my day interesting enough to read! It actually infuriates me how difficult I find it to write about my day to day things. Most of my life my way to express myself has been writing. Stories, diaries, poems. Seemingly endless piles of notebooks and endless categories for what each notebook has in (which has proven to be the hardest to sort through in my The Life-Changing Magic Of Tidying Up binge). It’s important to me at the end of the day. I know what I can write about easily and what I struggle with. So the question today is whether I keep at what I’m ‘good’ at, which is ramblings, simply put, or try to write about my day?

So when I was 16 I started writing a book then when I started writing a journal every entry was addressed to my main character in that book – so ‘Dear….’ – and I even write in it now. Every once in awhile I skim through it, it’s interesting to see where I was at a few years ago etc, but any entries that are about an actual day are so boring. It’s a diary, that’s fine. No one is reading it (I fucking hope!) (I actually don’t let anyone go through any of my notebooks, unless I give permission to a page) so it doesn’t have to be entertaining. It’s not for that, it’s not even to read back one day. I’ll more likely to burn them than read them. Point being, writing about the day sucks.


Now, do I do it wrong? I have a very bad memory in general so that could be a factor. Actually, that is a huge factor, I say like that isn’t obvious. I had a great day on Thursday, and although I remember bits because it happened yesterday to me writing this, I couldn’t write down the jokes and laughter in a clear or entertaining way. Unless I write a script for my day;

James                     Was you listening to that?

Emily                     No

James                    That’s it, I’m not helping you!

Emily                    How do I get the clip off?

Instructor            I’ll show you

James                   No! She needs to learn to listen!

Emily                   Teachers pet

 Emily takes the clip off perfectly and sticks up her middle fingers at James. Everyone laughs.

No? Probably not. It always translates into a ‘you had to be there’ moment. Also I can’t really remember any banter aimed at me that bigged up my boyfriend’s ego instead and not mine. If he wrote this, though his memory is as bad as mine, he’s script would probably be completely different. I’m actually thinking for a moment of a time he won at the joke (which let’s be honest, he’s funnier).. He told the photographer that he wanted the photos alone without me *everyone laughs*. Then she actually asked him if he wanted it alone.

It’s funny actually how our memories of a day differ based upon how we felt. It’s like when you have that awkward moment of asking your partner ‘what’s your favourite memory of us?‘ then it’s completely different to your own and then you get grumpy but you’re ‘fine, I’m fine!‘ then you both sit in silence for a while, then you work out your period is due and it actually is fine because it was also a nice memory? Oh PMS, fights caused because of you stay in my memory. And stay in my elbow. (Long boring story, but no I wasn’t hitting anyone, and yes it’s been over a month and it still hurts.)

It’s not exactly a problem not being able to write about adventures, you don’t have them to tell other people. Wait, yeah there are people out there like that, and if they do it well good on them. If writing isn’t the best format for that – even though you think it would be – I could use other mediums but at the end of the day, I don’t want to. It’s okay that I can’t document as well as I want to. I know I had a great day, and the memories will fade but happy days make up a fulfilling life.





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