But not him though. I've lived with him all my life (going on a quarter of a century now) and I'm still showered with information and orders (I tried typing the word 'requests' but it's so not what it really is that I had to delete it) before I can even reach the kitchen. Throughout my life I've been judged by the way I look in the morning and I'm fed up. So, since I can't change the system (because it's cranky and old and believes itself to be almighty) I turn to blogger instead. This is not about pointing fingers, this is just what I'd like to tell the world (since some people are deaf):
I'm not worse for being the way that I am. I'm sure the world is filled with slow starters just like me. And it's no sin to be this way, it's not a flaw, it's just the way I'm wired. It doesn't make me lazy or negative or unwilling to relate and cooperate with the troubles of others. I don't look mad, I look sleepy. Of course if people keep bombarding me with stuff and keep me from having breakfast... then I might get mad, but that's a whole other issue. Bottom line is: I'm a good person. I just happen to take longer to get operacional. And that's okay.
*La cage aux folles
1 comment:
epa é por isso que uns são verdes e outros amarelos...o teu post lembrou-me agora daqueles dias (de menina e moça, não, estou a gozar) em que eu ia com a Marina de barco. De manhã ela ia toda eléctrica e eu ia a morrer; á tarde ia eu eléctrica e ela a morrer...
deixa lá isso.
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