Hello my bloggy friends!
I decided today to have a look back at my first attempts at blogging. They are not a pretty sight people….but they did make me giggle.
With my Aspie need to feed I got hooked on figuring this whole blog thing out. So the quality of my first lot of posts is Errrmmmm.
We will leave it at Errrrmmm!!!
I came across this post though and I like it. I remember coming home from Aldi and wanting to share my thoughts. I didn’t start a blog thinking someone might read it, I started a blog by complete accident. I will share that story another time.
Let’s just say, “Oh the joy of dyslexia!”
If I could have read what I was doing, I wouldn’t have a blog.
Everyone knows how much I hate supermarkets, but when I wrote this post I hadn’t got a clue to why I hated them so much. I didn’t understand about my own Aspie quirks because I had no one to talk to, I was hiding from everyone and suffering with what I thought was depression. I was in my bubble and I had shut down. So here is an old post from 5th June, 2010.
I found myself today at the supermarket check-out, with a completely full trolley load. You know the sort I mean, when you look at it and think to yourself, “I hope this doesn’t push me over my overdraft.”
As I was unloading my groceries onto the conveyor belt, I happened to look up and notice the young student behind me. She had a few things in her arms; a packet of pasta, jar of mayonnaise, a tin of something and a container of milk. Is it the only thing that students cook, pasta with mayonnaise?
Anyway….. I realised at that point, with a knock me down clarity. I am now the middle-age woman with a trolley full of groceries that all light-weight shoppers hate.
I told the young woman to jump in front of me, and then a young man with his pasta and mayonnaise.
(Obviously this supermarket is next to the university and is full of students at the weekend.)
While I carried on unloading. They both thanked me, so I smiled and said to them,
“No worries, I know how annoying it is to be stuck behind a middle-age woman with a trolley full. Make sure you do the same in twenty years time, ah?” They both nervously giggled.
As I drove home I thought of the picture, emotion, humour and even the fear.
As in twenty years time they will be there with their trolleys loaded, and I will be one of the light weight shoppers again.