I was sitting at the kitchen window, lookiing up at the small patch of sky visible from my perch and smoking a cigarette (yes I know, I gave up but I started again, its my wifes fault) and I realised that I wasn’t angry. Now if you’re a regular reader you’ll now that I’m angry about alot of stuff, what you may not have gleaned from this site is that I am (was?) angry an awful lot of the time, which can’t be a good thing. Like Sandra Bullock’s character in Crash (not the Cronenberg one) said “I wake up angry every day, and I don’t know why!” That was me. Well I don’t seem to be angry anymore.
Maybe I just don’t have the energy to waste being angry, being at home with the sprog every day (and cooking I might add). Or maybe something clicked in my head and I realised that there’s really no point being angry, it ultimately doesn’t achieve anything.
This is not to say that I don’t care about the same things and believe the world could be so much better if we just opened our eyes and realised how bad it actually is, I do. But I’m not angry any more. I can live with it, finally.
Sprog is getting fussy so I’d better go see to him, there will be more photos soon (and I’ll reinstate the old ones, I promise). Laters all.
I noticed something last night…
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