Why take a look at my previous paragraph. I managed to contradict everything I said. But the opinion on a short walk still holds. Earlier, there was a mother and a kid (not her kid) talking right outside my window. Arguing would be more descriptive term, but not quite accurate. It was one-sided if it really were an argument. Anyway, the kid was telling the mother (not his mother) that his playmate (the mother's kid), might have taken his one hundred peso bill from his wallet. And the mother was insisting that the kid (not her kid), look for it in his apartment before accusing her child. She also suggested that it might have fallen off instead of stolen, that the wind might have caught it in its descent and it flew with the wind.
I thought the exchange was funny. The mother was suggesting something preposterous in order to protect her kid. I know nothing about a mother's love, I get it. And I look at things more objectively actually; I do what I think is right (except for a select few for whom I'm willing to bend rules). But they were both distracting, I wish they'd talk someplace not right outside our window. Or again, I could leave.
Riiight. I think I've wasted enough time writing this post. But it felt good to have written something even completely pointless and mindless. And I'm giving myself something to look forward to after I finish all these nonsensical requirements I still have to finish to fit later on in life (i.e. college and all the demanding obligations it entails):
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am going places in the not so distant future.
2 comments:
inspirations for inspirational poetry can be found in anything. just gotta be open to amuse the muse. =]
:)
Post a Comment