When I'm sad, I just stop being sad and be AWESOME instead.ree

That title is a quote by Barney Stimpson from How I Met Your Mother, and not only is it pretty hilarious, I also wish that I could actually do that. Recently I've noticed that I am, ridiculously hyper-emotional. I cried today, just watching 8 Simple Rules- the ones after their Dad dies, and it is just lump in your throat sad. Also, the other week whilst I was around at someone's house, I cried nearly uncontrollably at Casper: The Friendly Ghost, I couldn't stop myself. I wonder if it is a phase... my metaphorical cup of emotion seems to forever be full to the brim, and it doesn't take much to make it overflow. And even though that metaphor is liquid based, I'm not just referring to crying, it does apply to the whole spectrum of emotions.

At the moment, of course, I'm feeling slightly down and despondant about my unemployment status, and slightly disillusioned at the whole application process- and it really does seem to be affecting every nook and cranny of myself and my life. I cheered myself up by buying some mittens, with a smiley face on the fingertip part; so that now, when I wave to people, I'm smiling at them with my mittens, I'll obviously smile too, but I thought they were cute, anyway. And waving in mittens is always an actively I find incredibly fun! Also I downloaded the entire Beatles back catalogue, and I'm happily singing along to 'She Loves You' right now.

Anyway- the point I think I'm trying to make is, I wish I was better at snapping myself out of emotional moods, bad ones perhaps specifically and maybe even solely- although having a self provided, if external catalyst of music or fun knitwear can't be too disastorous or destructive. It is hard for the hyper-emotional (I assume by generalisation and extension of myself, anyway) to contain an emotional onslaught from pervading all areas of their day- I suppose I've realised the flaws or benefits of this just recently, when you meet someone who functions in an entirely considered and calculated manner, and who seems to be able to rationalise feelings- two concepts I had previously thought were oxymoronic...

Unemployment. TV Critic. Synonyms?

There are, as far as I have concluded this far into my unemployment spiral, two benefits to unemployment- I get to watch lots of TV, and generally devour reading material by the shelf-full.
I think this might be two different versions of the same benefit. But I do have the time to differentiate them into two seperate benefits.

If there is one thing that I have psychoanalysed about myself, it is that I love being annoyed and irritated by things, I love to have something to bitch about... but then again, who doesn't! Which is why I love watching shows like The Only Way is Essex and getting annoyed about their benal lack of conversation, that isn't even communication, rather like two things seperately making noise at one another. I did notice that about 60% of their conversation involved them just repeating what the other had said, perhaps this helps them process the compleies of their discussion...? Oh i'm mean.... The acting though is really top drawer. Even though they are real people, so anything could happen. I often find myself talking to a friend at a camera friendly angle.

The same reason that I love to watch X Factor and get irrationally annoyed or confused at how people can be so deluded about their talents and "perform" tone-deaf renditions of songs in an attempt to begin their ascent to fame. And the same reason I love to get infuriated by Louis Walsh and the fact that I think he might be having some sort of dementia-esque mental breakdown.

What I've been particularly suprised at recently, though, is Gillian McKeith on I'm a Celeb. Intitally, what I don't understand is why on earth someone who has such phobias about bugs and heights can decide to go on a show of this nature? Surely, since this show does seem to function as a defibrilator to resusitate (or perhaps jump start) those celebrities who find the list they find themselves on is denoted by a very low alphabet letter... but surely- who can be this desparate for fame...? Either that, or as several people have pointed out on twitter, she is doing all these dramatics to get as much air time as possible. If so, it's definitely working; however there is something disgustingly and histerically funny about watching an eldery, somewhat ironically unhealthy looking dietian, former PHD, woman fainting at a challenge on TV... and screaming ... histerically at Ant plucking a leaf out of her hair. I wonder how many bush tucker trials she'll endure before she quits...

And don't even get me started on the morons who are competing on The Apprentice. "If I were an apple pie, the apples would be orange"- what the hell does that even mean, does it make sense? And these people are competing for a six figure salary?!