Don't Tell Tara - the inner workings of a chronic oversharer

So, this January, my friends and I decided to do dry Jan, but instead of booze, we gave up social media. At first, I was apprehensive; how will I know what people are up to? How will I cope not being tagged in hilarious memes by my friends? How will I know when people's birthdays are? Firstly, all the people who's birthdays I actually care about, I already know the date. I don't need a Facebook reminder. Its nice to wish someone a happy birthday, and its great to feel popular when you get 30+ messages on your own birthday, but is it really life changing if you don't / they don't? No. Anyway, Facebook was never the problem. Gone are the days when Facebook ruled and you could actually see what was going on in peoples lives... Now my feed is mostly dominated by random pointless videos and ads. Instagram however, is a whole different monster. I've lost count of the hours wasted scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, looking at... well... I can't e...

As I was sitting with my friends tonight discussing our plans for Friday, it dawned on me: we were arranging to meet OUT- not at my house for pre drinks and outfit trying on, at the actual place we were going to at an actually civilised time. Your 18 year old self is freaking out right now... Actually walking into a bar on your own? Not having your friends vet your outfit beforehand? WTF?  Now I don't know about you but because I work nights I have adopted the attitude of "Will this bother me after 2 glasses of wine?" and we all know the answer to this one.  So it got me thinking back to the good old days when I had at least 7 hours from finishing school to leaving the house to go out- ample prep time yet still always rushing about in the last 10 minutes before the taxi came!  The routine was very important and usually began with prep the night before, followed by the hangover day after in which we tried to fill in the blanks and find out who's idea it was ...

They say that in the midst of darkness, we look for light . When things begin to fall apart around us, we can't help but focus on the fact that everything seems to be going hunky bloody dory for everyone else. Now I'm the sort of girl whose misery loves company- if I have shit going on, I want to talk about it. It makes me feel human, it's my therapy. I don't, by any stretch, believe that any of my friends can solve my problems for me, but I do believe that a problem shared is a problem halved, and I would also want them to feel like they can always come to me if they need help.  We all like to have a whinge and a moan when our boyfriends/husbands are annoying us, but there came a point in my relationship when I started to sound like a broken record… the arguments were more frequent, and we couldn't seem to get past this 'rocky patch'. Worst of all, we were only 6 months in. Now as one friend so brutally, yet honestly told me- "life isn't lik...