The banks.

First and formost let me update all ye gentle folk about what happened in regards with my re-directed mail. Looking at this blog I realise that this particular cause has not been yet resurrected, so let me put your mind at rest (not that you really care do you my friends..)

I took time off of work today to get the change of address sorted out on my bank statements in which I have completed. I must say, the Lloyd's Tsb brance near Tottenham Court Station is rather impressive. In fact looking at the indoor architecture almost caused me to completely forgive this lovely looking bank for charging me God knows what in extortionate charges and fees. In fact let me just outline this particularly pathetic story (and the reason why I shake a clenched fist every now and then) very quickly:

Basically back in the good old times when I could spend, spend, spend and not worry so much about what was coming in, I thought 'bugger this, I'm going to spend some money on myself today. I'm going to go into my overdraft, right up to the edge - to the last pound. That's right. Watch me do it'. And I did. Now on the same day Lloyd's Tsb (who I was coincidently employed by as a rather monotone data entry typer) was meant to pay my last instalment of my money. Cut a long story short, they didn't pay me, and on the same day my phone bill got paid out via direct debit. Off course I went over my overdraft, got slapped in the face by multiple fees (don't forget that everyday you do not pay in to take back into the 'black' you get charged more. And then get charged for being charged. It's a hole that gets deeper and deeper really. At the same time, your using the same old shitty ladder to get out of it). So because I was about £3 over my overdraft (yes that ridiculous amount) thus they proceeded with the £30 charges etc.

See I've worked in a bank. I work in the Royal Bank of (shit)land. I know about bank charges, but at the same time off course I was working for the bank therefore I had some sort of duty to defend them and their extortionate charges when a woman or someone came in with dry tears, 8 children, drunken husband and one dishevelled looking bankcard. Off course in retrospect it is your fault that this happens. 'Look after your money and watch what you pay out' says the wise, but when we have Direct Debits, and stupid employment payments do not pay out what are we meant to do? Beg? Write a emotionally justified letter to the CEO of whatever? Cut our arm off and scream that it's impossible to work now so we cannot possibly be charged like this, it's inhumane!

Right well. I shall stop complaining about banks. Because that's not what I'm writing about. Recognise the title my friends:

'Being a lesbian is rather interesting'.

I must say I agree with myself. Being gay is interesting you see, especially when you meet someone new, or a whole bunch of new people. See no one can tell I'm a lesbian. Not even in a gay club, like I was in Brighton. Some weird Spanish guy came up to me and started trying to chat me up. Then when I stated I was gay ( and flapped my arms around a bit directing his attention towards my decision of very tomboyish choice of dress that night) he was rather adamant about it. 'Your not gay are you? Noooooooo you can't be. Are you really? (Times that question by 5 or so).

And men who approach me in the street, even with my headphones on: One in Kings Cross, the other in the tube, the next in the sweet shop down my road ('I hope I see you again'), one on the bus home at about 3.30am who was asking me whether it was safe to take a sniff of cocaine on the bus.

I sound angry but I'm not really off course. It's flattering to a degree completely. Maybe therefore to solve this growing 'so called issue' I should 'butch' myself up: shaved head, don't pluck the eyebrows anymore, try and grow a beard and some facial hair and strap the boobs down.

On second thought...no.

Now for me this is rather delicious,because being the person I am, I happen to have a liking for girls who actually look like girls. I.e, not the butch, tatooed, smoking a cigarette with a bunch of large gold rings on her fingers, girl. What's delicious about this? Nothing, the word just sounds good. It's in fact, deliciously annoying. There you go.

Of the majority of feminine ladies out there, a lot of them are straight (Even though I believe a lot of girls are bi-sexual). In fact I have a big liking for one girl right now. Off course she won't know who she is, unless she can justify and guess this by act of insight and great analysis that she is she whom I fancy, then she shall never really know. She's a seemingly open-minded kind of person in fact. Fun-loving, quirky, jokey and very very pretty. No let me say that again in a different way: Stunning. To me anyway, but I for sure know that a lot of the male species have a liking towards her. She probably does know actually. Actually I think she might looking back at the 'signs'.

Shit.

This happens. Being a lesbian I like the ladies who look like ladies. Undoubtedly I will therefore go for the 'straight' kind. You have a duty to laugh at me and mock my unluckiness (if ever there was such a thing) because now I actually laugh at it myself.

I do not really mind as it's happened so many times, I shrug my shoulders almost carelessly and move on. In fact it's like some kind of queuing system where I sit with a clip and board ticking off prospective 'candidates' that could have been.

Ain't life just a rollercoaster? One day your upside down, the next you are being projected the other direction, the next your going round in circles.

It's what makes living interesting and curious.

*smiles*