sometimes you have those conversations that make you go huh?…. but they’re actually very endearing.
with 39 yr old man
“keep pulling, the rope needs to be taunt ... “
“you mean taut?..”
with 2 yr old nephew
“i wanna see the woorby tings.” (while looking out the window into the backyard.)
“what are woorby tings?”
“no, i said WOORby tings.”
“ok what are they?”
“are they small big? do they move? what color is it?
later on, the mom translates that the little guy was probably talking about the compost worms...that he’s fascinated with (wormy things)
Ok, so speaking of worms. Being a slug in the insect world might be what I’ve been feeling like. The bees are busy making honey and buzzing about. The ants can carry a hundred times their own weight back to their own home. But the slug takes a few days just to wake up and move.
Nevermind the turtle at the race. The slug just gave up halfway into the race and said, i was not created to race, it is not in my cards. so why bother being here. its almost cruel to give any speck of hope to this slug. the fiinishing line was not meant for you.
laziness? but i put in a lot of effort that its tiring me out. misdirected effort ? need to get away from myself
Going to be mentoring a disadvantaged child soon, at least have that to look forward to. but dont know if the program directors will be ok with a child being mentored by someone who suffers from bad depression. i have to make them aware of any mental disorders... blah. but i’m glad for the kids that there’s a screening process.