How long is a piece of string? That is the question that comes to mind when somebody asks me how I am? I want to shout back "I don't know" because that's the answer in my head, but what comes out is "I'm fine". Now that is not far from the truth really because I am usually
Frantic-Irate-Neurotic-Emotional
but hey they hear the word fine and move onto the talking about the weather and work blah blah blah. However there are always the exceptions, the pals who know just by looking at the angle of the glint in my eye that things are not quite touching the tips of the happiest place in town!
They understand and cherish the different angles at wish I flutter and sympathise with my state of affairs rather than judging my errors and predicting that I will accumulate further errors before learning from my so called mistakes. In actual fact i believe that they do not ever refer to such acts as mistakes but actions of impulse and necessary acts of defiance against a system in which I refuse to participate. These selected few are called my friends! In that respect I do not have many friends but the few I do have I cherish from somewhere deep in my heart forever.
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