The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

I’ve done some thinking since my last video and I’ve come to a conclusion.

I’m embracing a policy of non-interference.

From now on, everyone gets to run their own lives.

Jane, Lydia, my mother, Bing, Darcy…

Unless they ask for my input, I’m keeping my nose out of their business.

If it was good enough for the Prime Directive, it’s good enough for me.

Half expected Lydia to come bursting in there, calling me a nerd, but she’s right.

She’s an adult, I’m not in charge of what she does with her life.

My name is Lizzie Bennet, and from now on, I’m tending to my own garden.

It’s a metaphorical garden, you know, like Voltaire.

Forget it.

So with that off my chest, apparently, I have nothing to talk about.

Come in! - Hey Lizzie!

Oh sorry, I didn’t know you were filming.

No! Please, come on in. What’s up?

The second quarter strategy meeting got moved up to this morning.

I know you wanted to go, but Ronald’s forgot to put you on the calendar event.

Don’t worry about it. Not a big deal.

And I’m sorry for barging in.

No, please, I’m used to it.

The way everyone knocks around here was starting to weird me out.

Hey Lizzie! Am I interrupting? Oh, hey Gigi!

I’ll come back later.

No, you might as well come on in. It’s a party!

And apparently, my afternoon just opened up.

Bing, I’ve been wondering about some things that I was hoping you could clear up for me.

What’s that?

When William and Lizzie met last year at Stuart’s wedding,

did my brother actually dance with this lovely lady as though she were covered in flees?

I didn’t say that.

I know, but I have seen my brother dance.

Gigi, your brother is my best friend in the whole world,

but that was the most awkward dance ever.

Oh no. Did he do that thing when he gets uncomfortable,

where he pulls his chin back to his neck?