My people, it has happened. The news filtering the airwaves is that I am boring. And I wish it weren’t true, but it is. I was talking to my friend yesterday and he determined (and I agreed with him) that I am boring. I don’t do anything. Nothing. Let me explain my life to you: work, home, blog, church. Repeat.
The painful part of this is that I am a fun person, I really am. The problem now is that I have a problem with leaving the comfort of my house to go anywhere, and I don’t know when that started. Once I think about dressing up, my appetite to go out dies, too. But I want to be different. I want to start going out to places. I want to meet new people and make new friends.
Is it age? Am I suddenly becoming old? I get jealous when I read blogs or see Instagram photos of people going out and enjoying their weekend. Do you know what I did with my last weekend? I slept for most of it. Then I went to the nail salon to get my nails done. There has to be more to a weekend than getting your nails done, no? Well, I also waxed my eyebrows. Still, there has to be more!
So invite me. Invite me to events, so I can leave the house and have somewhere to go. No, I’m really serious. If you have something, please invite. But wait oh, I don’t want invitations to baby showers, bridal showers, naming ceremonies, etc. It’s not that I don’t like these events. The problem is that I have attended too many of them, and I am now suffering from shower overload. And I’m not particularly interested in an owambe party either because I am also suffering from owambe overload.