So I’m about 10 days into this 100happydays thing. Thanks to Le Fav Person, who provided the timely reminder that sometimes, our misery is self-inflicted. You can’t control the situation most of the time, and others’ opinions are not at your liberty. However, the way that you choose to react to them is your freewill. In participating in the never-ending war against the ever-growing list of nemesis, negativity feeds upon itself to grow into potentially Godzilla proportions. Obtrusive, destructive and possibly deadly. I’ve found out that being a Switzerland makes life simpler. I’m not really prancing around in euphoria yet, but being less miserable is definitely a perk which is surfacing.
So one of the things which really succeeds in bringing out the inner bitch in me is a kid behaving badly. I don’t mind stupidity. But i hate sloth, laziness, arrogance and a generally shitty attitude. Unfortunately that accurately describes quite a large majority of children these days.
The mantra that I’m going to adopt now on will be that I WILL NOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MORAL UPBRINGING FOR ANY CHILD WHO DID NOT EMERGE FROM MY VAGINA. I will discipline and do what is within my control, but never will i let it affect me personally again. If i had wanted to be so emotionally plagued by children, i would have gone and produced some myself. But no. This is precisely the problem i wanted to avoid. Instead, i will report abovementioned undesirable behaviour to the woman from whose uterus said child incubated for 9 months, and the man from whose sperm the child was produced. I am not going to let my poor heart be slave of your offspring’s shitty display of morals.
I only spend an hour a day with the child while u have him for the rest of the day. There’s only that much i CAN do. Similarly, he will only be with me for a year or so. But he will be with u for the rest of ur life. By relation, there’s only that much i SHOULD do. If u are perfectly happy raising a rude, snobbish, lazy and sloppy child, who am i to say anything?
In short. If it didnt come from my vagina, i will invest less of my precious emotions in it. Instead, i will save my love and affection for people who matter.
Speaking of people who matter. I am surprised that being the caustic twit that i am - there are plenty of these strange folks who still love me! Enough to plan a birthday ‘surprise’. Hoho :) whatever the outcome, consider it a success!! Thank you very much!