I already have enough sadness in my life. Who wants to read this diary and be reminded of the unhappy things that happened? Especially me?
That said, Shawn the Melonhead did a backflip out of his dads arm and hit the floor with a loud thump at dinner on Sunday...
We were livid.
I've never had my heart in my mouth outside of a dream before, unless you count all the occasions when the fuckers on the road try to murder me every day by running me off it. And then again who cares about them because I'd die happy. The way I see it I end up ahead. Screw them.
But I was talking about baby boy. Here is Melonhead gurgling like nothing happened, half an hour later, looking at my baby pictures in my baby magazine.
I was so glad.
I cannot describe to you the feeling of utter loss it must be for a father to let his baby son or daughter slip out of his hands for all eternity, because I've never felt it but for those brief moments... the horror, ok?
That is why I've never dared to hold Shawn. Spoil already cannot repair one, ok. That speaks to our sibling dynamics but never mind that for now, as he's already moved out and we no longer try to kill each other on a daily basis. I used to say
"Things are much better between us now."
"Now that we no longer even talk."
Nevertheless we are brothers and I will always sacrifice everything for Shawn, well, at least for as long as he's still helpless and wee. He won't read this but thats' how I feel about it.
That said, we must not be pampies and must not spoil a boy. Girls are okay though. But boys... come on okay... You have to take care of people, not be taken care of. Especially if you are past 21. Grow some balls and suck it up. Whoever reads this, learn this: the world has no sympathy for a man.
Anyway in other news, Tzuo Hann Law really cracked me up. I love his travel blog. I really want to go up north to ride with him as he finally comes home.
Why is Tharman's head so shiny in Parliament today?
I am fucking frivolous.
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