I hate it when people are unhappy, yes…I truly do. Actually hate is a very strong word to use and it does mean to “love less” and I don’t like to think I “love less”. If I do, my face can surely tell you the truth if I can’t. I don’t like it when I am unhappy or moody all the time, either. It drives me up a wall and the people I care about the most get concerned and they just want to find out what’s wrong. Push, push, push. Oh well, I am not unhappy today or anything…just commenting on what I wrote the other day on the 19th of October. The unhappiness I am talking about are the people you smile at and say hello and have a good day just look so unhappy sometimes and have a grumpy look about them. It makes me what to get up and ask them if they need a hug or something, but with a lot of people you need to be careful about that! This world has become strange in some areas when it comes to moods. I don’t want people to think that I am a retard or something. I have cerebral palsy which affects the right side, but my mental compacity was not affected. All because people look at my handicap – my slight gait, the people I sometimes hang around with, and how I look facial wise sometimes make people think that I am something other than handicapped with cerebral palsy. I don’t like to say I hate that because it means to love less, and so I will say, I dislike it greatly.
Continued tomorrow…or Wednesday