Too Misunderstood?

A major reason of wanting to move out from Mum and Dad's house
is the sheer simple fact that issues can normally be solved by e-mail
rather than making them complicated in the presence of others
due to stupid misunderstandings at the wrong times.

I may deliberately tell one of them tomorrow that I've just planted a bomb
in the car tomorrow evening.

That will get them panicking.

However, it's more than evident that they're some people you just don't want
to get on with, and I somewhat have to accept the same works vice versa
with certain individuals either from Uni or College who I adore,
wanting to go as far as erasing me from their life completely.

Whether they'd spend as much money as Kate Winslet in that Michel Gondry
film I've no idea.





That was written about an hour ago.

I've actually spoken to Mum and I really must ask her or Dad about the options
or possible pitfalls that may lie ahead of moving to London or applying
for jobs or wherever.

It may really be a case of developing so called "skin of steel" for anything
I'll get thrown at me but I'll need to get into the habit of throwing stuff back.

Admittedly a lot of those reaching their chosen pathways have reached it
by "throwing things at others" repetitively.

It maybe best to go over one obstacle at a time, I keep thinking that it's always a new start but crap still has to haunt me regardless.

I'd see this more of a slow climb up an unsteady hill.

I'd best finish this I want a proper lie down and hopefully things will be more stable by tomorrow morning.