Just Emma

         Hello, lovelies.          In a world where truth can be subjective and perceptions may vary widely, telling someone your version of the truth can often lead to misunderstandings, conflicts, and hurt feelings. While it might seem innocent or well-intentioned to share our perspective, there are always some inherent risks and downsides that come with presenting our personalized version of reality. And with so many forms of the truth, how can we know what is right and what is true? As the old saying says, there’s your version, my version and the truth lies somewhere in the middle. So, is it always right to tell someone the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? And what happens when what we have to say doesn’t come from a good place, but from deflection, rejection or anger? Is our truth more valid than those around us? Could our versions of the truth be biased or tainted? What are the pitfalls of telling our version of th...

       Hello, lovelies.                If the past global pandemic has taught us anything, it is that coughs and sneezes may cause diseases, but they can also kill us. In real time the world was taught a whole new vocabulary. Being positive was bad, whilst being negative was an excellent thing. Remember having a break in the circuit. Who knew what tier we were on at any given time? Eat out to help out, remember that one? I bet that there are very few people who wouldn’t remember the great loo roll shortage of 2020. And that the safest way to mix and mingle with our neighbours was to have the Covid vaccine. Queues formed around the designated buildings, as we waited for the jab. We all have to carry COVID-19 passport cards and show them on demand if we wanted to go anywhere or do anything. Yes, some people refused to get the jab, but by and large, we all signed up for it so that we could try and get the world back to some form ...

        Hello, lovelies.           In a world where individuality is prized, one would imagine that it’s better to stand out than to blend in, from our clothes to music, literature preferences and politics. Not being the same as our neighbours is highly regarded. So, it shouldn’t be hard for me to find others that lean the same way that I do. There must be others who share my weird dark sense of humour, have the same drunken sailor vocabulary, and even my deep love of the theatre. In all my years, I have met some lovely people who can slot nicely onto one or two of my weird eccentricities. But I have yet to find anyone who can match me in my weird and wonderful uniqueness. Does it actually matter in the great scheme of things? Surely it would be a very boring world if we were all to think and act the same. But it can be a very lonely place being one of a kind. When no one out there is just like me, is that a good thing? Or should I try ...

       Hello, lovelies.             To say that I could talk the hind legs off a donkey, would be the understatement of the century. I talk to anyone and everyone, whether they like it or not. On buses, at the supermarket or just when walking the dogs. I just find people fascinating. Every one of us has our own unique life stories. With no two lives the same. And I am a sucker for asking questions. From the silly ones like, what is your favourite colour? Green. To some pretty hard-hitting life-altering questions like, do you dunk your cheese toastie in your tomato soup? And if not, why not? A real-life question that was asked in the staff room at work, and still manages to polarise people to this day. (You most definitely dunk!) I really can’t help myself. As soon as the question pops into my mind, I find myself voicing it. But does my need to chat put people off? Are my silly questions just an annoying distraction that would be be...