Hate

This is best definition of hate that I have ever heard.

The thing is, as much as I try not to let it affect myself, I see it everyday.
All around. We are an angry people. And getting angrier and angrier.
Until one day, it is just going to explode.

PICARD
I think... when one has been angry
for a very long time... one gets
used to it. Then it becomes
comfortable... like old leather.

And finally, it is so familiar
that one can hardly remember
feeling any other way.

But in the long run, we are the
ones who are damaged by that kind
of anger. We are. Not them.

Game over

There is no looking back.

I knew what I was doing in January.

And I do not regret my actions.

No use wondering about what if now.

It is past.

Time to look ahead.

UWI here I come.

A Mother's Dream

Part of me, is holding out.

I want to want the dream my mother had for me.

But the reality is I don't want that life for myself.

I am more than ready to move on.

I've been ready for years now.

So why am I still tottering ???

Extroverts

I really must learn to keep my feelings to myself, in front of certain extroverted persons in my family.

I might get a partially deserved, sound scolding.

Very well, so long as I am still in transition. I will make a greater attempt to be diplomatic about my outer counternance.

Sheesh.