Remember kids! If you’ve got some dumb ass beef about minor things with your loved ones, make sure to get back to them after some time instead of holding a grudge for forever! It’s just not worth it since it could be a opportunity to grow together.

You may regret it later when it’s not a small argument anymore but a irreversible loss.

So are children really cruel? Or are most of them the unfiltered mirror of their parents, seeing and hearing how they are talking about other people at home - often not minding if their offspring is around or telling themselves that they’re too young to understand anyway - while acting all friendly on the surface? Then copying what their role models say without knowing the social circumstates that forbid to say what’s meant to be left behind closed doors?

Some day the urgent need to rant about a few customers will be unbearable and I will start a blog - naturally excluding any further details - just to document some of the bizarre situations I’ve already been in. 

Because medical professions already are a wild ride; Veterinary professions are rabid rides with lots of spitting, scratching, bloodcurdling death wails and feces splattering everywhere just cause the clients don’t want to get their nails trimmed.

I’m pleased that my skills to suppress feelings come in handy these days - finally in a positive way.
Also there was a hamster in a cone of shame at work so this definitely counts as an overall perfectly good day!

I wish I knew where that fucked up automatism originated from that causes me to get into trouble every time I am about to improve.

Starting my second try becoming a working functional part of the society next month? Aah yes, better contact those two people that fucked my mind so hard I barely gave up on everything.
What.

Social withdrawal is a vicious circle and gives me an egg-or-chicken feeling.
What was there first; the almost nonexistent intraspecific communication or socially awkward behaviour?

I am trying to find an apprenticeship and accidently looked at my graduation diploma.

I had already forgotten about year 12 I/II; My philosophy teacher got replaced and my score dropped from 10 to 5 because the new one didn’t accept any answers that weren’t directly referring to the opinion of some dead and famous thinker.

We also had this superbrain in our class who sometimes was allowed to skip school. Because he gave presentations at the universities

I dreamed that I somehow got into the audio settings of my life. Turns out I am healthy - The volume inside my head was just turned up too high!
Well.

Though I always knew that I am an unsteady person, I surprise myself on a regular basis by stretching the borders of what is okay to do and what’s not.