Anger and not showing it

 

When my wife was killed, for a long while my daughter was often angry. I understood why.

As a man, anger is not allowed. I had to be strong and simply carry on as my psyche fell apart.

Sometimes I would drink alcohol, a lot of alcohol, I would listen to loud, angry music so I could quietly sit inside my anger without showing it outwardly.  

Then I would go to bed, wake up the next day and carry on, because sometimes that’s all you can do.

 I’m not one for anger anyways. Never was me, but sometimes the hurt gets strong.

Difference in age

 

There is a charming naivety of a younger person. An optimism of the world around them.

There is a very different charm to an older person. They have maturity and experience. A lifetime of hurt has given them the ability to navigate difficult things, they have the ability to carry on, whatever is thrown at them.

I guess that’s why some people look for someone who is a different age. They can see what the other cannot.

Be kind while we discriminate

 




Be kind! The sign proclaims, while practicing discrimination.

This area is blacks only says another sign.

“Let women speak” was shut down by a bunch of people determined not to let women speak because they felt their rights were more important than anyone else’s.
Don’t forget the black woman who was praised for saying all violence in this world is caused by straight white men.

Or the black woman who won awards for her stories like the one where she wanted to go driving with her friends to find white men and… well…. facebook won’t allow me to say what they wanted to do.

We live in a world where tolerance is demanded but only when it suits some people. Otherwise the tolerant become intolerant.


Fatigue

 I'm so tired my legs hurt. I don't know why but in severe fatigue it feels like my legs are burning a little, but its the joint pain that really hurts. 

But, I'm a parent, so you ignore the pain and the fatigue that your body is yelling at you about, and you move, and cook dinner. 


Stopping

 Thursday night was odd. I finished work, did all my paperwork and sat. I realized I was done for the week, with a long weekend (easter) and it felt odd to stop. I wonder if part of my fatigue is that I really don't stop. There is always housework, and regular work, emails, messages everything happening. It's rare that I stop.