'Children love their parents, when they grow older they judge them, sometimes they forgive them'Oscar WildeI wonder why some quotes stick in my mind. This one especially. It relevance I suppose.I didn't ask any questions when I was little, all there was was authority and expectation.It's only now I have been given a tatse of inderpendance do i realise things don't have to be like that.Pushing too far one way.So yes, I know why.I do forgive you.But sometimes you make it very hard for me to accept your unspoken apology to me. Bloody hell.
A plague of sleep seems to have descended down.It seems the most I can do to keep my eyes open.But I can barely manage that.Seems that days are the point to which tiredness can pin me.The more I sleep the more I get used to being lazy.So I am going to have to remain active.I live for busy days.Maybe stress isn't a negative thing, but the tweezer to pull out the pins.I suppose I can close my eyes today though.As long as I can plan for the future while I sleep.
Everyone else was free today.I do hope you snapped at me because you were stressed. Not that I'm making excuses for you, I have long given up doing that.But it was a day well spent.Especially when beating the competitive was done, and we could revert to childish games.The murder game I always enjoy.Not the active encouragement of lying, thought that is always fun.But a piece of paper telling you what you are.That must always be nice.Even if on your piece of paper it tells you you're a whore.At least it's clear.