I haven’t
yet mastered the art of putting my shield up at the right time.
I’m talking
about the shield that ricochets bullshit from random people. I’m working on it.
Meanwhile, I’ve been exploring how crappy the welcome party to parenthood is.
I’m
talking about the party thrown by other parents.
Yes, I need to make myself
clearer now. It’s the tiredness.
It seems
that parenthood as a brand new, virgin territory is the jugular which
senior ranking parents go for to diminish the hell out of you.
Not good
enough. Not caring enough. Not motherly (never fatherly) enough.
You’re too
independent. Too self-absorbed. Too happy even.
I’ve met
parents who are having a blast - born to do this apparently. The happiest
people on earth. Making it all seem like Disneyland; realistically chaotic yet
fucking amazing.
And I’ve
met parents who absolutely hate it. Hate it to the core but can’t admit it. Interesting
species.
And then there
are the other ones. The monstrosities. Worthless and miserable. With nothing to
exhibit but their biological ability to procreate, they adopt a strenuously unabashed stare at everyone else. So much fun when you shock them or an utter disgust if you
fail to spot them soon enough.
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I'll take your word for it
It doesn't matter what other think about you when:
1. it's not true
2. it wont help you grow, get better
3. they have no idea what you want from life
No shields needed. Filtering required!
Be good. g.
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