So many unanswered questions
Over the last month, the leaves have changed colour and it’s undoubtedly autumn.
It seems like January was only last week but here we are surrounded by orange and red leaves.
Winter is just around the corner. I still have so many random questions I haven’t figured out the answer to. I want to share just a few.
Of course the obvious question for a single girl is why do you always see people you know, including possible boyfriends, when you are wearing your old track pants and a jersey that smells of dog?
Why do you never run into everyone you know at the supermarket when you’ve just left the hairdresser and are looking fabulous?
Why are so many of the people driving expensive fuel guzzling cars the same people who are obsessed by healthy living?
Don’t they realise that no matter how much quinoa they eat they are still breathing in the same air that the rest of us are inhaling? That is, the polluted air their expensive cars are pumping out.
On the same note, do the (mainly) women with dyed hair and bodies smothered in spray tan realise that they can eat all the organic food they like but the chemicals pumped into their hair and bodies in the dye and spray tan are diluting any good done by kale and brazil nuts?
Speaking of which, I wonder what that shade of orange is doing to Donald Trump.
On a more serious note, one of the stages in life when we’re at our most vulnerable is when we’re old and dying.
In my view, doctors and nurses are not paid nearly enough given the importance of their job, but it’s a reasonable salary.
Meanwhile, the people who tend to your most basic needs when you’re lying in a hospital or a rest home dying are generally nurse aids and caregivers, most of whom are paid the minimum wage.
When it is our time to leave this earth, the people we are likely to depend on and who will be respected by our families for their kindness and compassion are paid poorly.
Clearly, people with the personality and skills for that type of job don’t do it for the money.
But should they be paid so little when they give so much?
On a lighter note, why are the traffic lights always red and tourists are aimlessly wandering on to the road when you’re running late?
Similarly, there are never slow drivers in front of you when you leave home on time.
Or does that only happen to me?
Why do so many people in Queenstown refer to the place as ‘‘this town’’? It’s odd.
Why do the smug married and loved-up set like to tell single people that there’s someone out there for everyone? Just because there was someone there for them doesn’t mean they are talented clairvoyants.
Finally, who is the violent sexual attacker on Broadchurch? can’t wait to find out.