Cry me a river

I believe there are 2 types of people in the world - the type of person who decides that if life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. And the type of person who moans about EVERYTHING. This person has decided that if life give you lemons, you suck on them and make everyone elses life a misery.
I have never had any time for the later type of person, but in the last couple of years more so.
Life is really too short for moaning about everything and not trying to change what's causing you to be a miserable shit.

Par example, 2 really good mates from college. One of them was the former, one the later. Guess which on I keep in touch with ;) I cannot get into the mind of someone who continues to give out about stuff and yet does nothing to change it. NOTHING. The moaner is still in his job, gives out about it yet works overtime. Is miserable yet has done nothing about it. He stays in his job when he knows its making him unhappy and he could be elsewhere. Compare this to D, or Saint D as we like to call him. The man is perfect. I have never met someone more reliable in my life then this guy. In the last few years, he's had his fair share of lemons, a bit of an understatement, and right now is in a situation that's difficult for him. How many times has he complained? In the last few years? None. Once under duress and after been given 23432 pints. He apologied for it afterwards.


I know problems are relative and all that, but sometimes you want to shake people. I think I mentioned before about going to see a play called the Exonorated. It was on as part of the Theatre Festival. It's more of a theatrical production then a play, my actress type friend pointed out. Well, one of the parts in this production was played by the woman herself, Sunni Jacobs. She spent 17 years on death row before she was exonorated. Her husband was executed. It was a famous execution because the chair failed. 3 times. I can't even being to comprehend the pain and suffering this woman went through as a result of all that. Yet she is all about forgiveness and being grateful for a chance to live her life outside of prison. To get to know her children who grew up without her. She's a very bubbly person. And an amazing lady. I was priveleged to see her play herself.

I shall stop ranting now.

The kid, ah, fun times. Phone call from the school this morning. No surprises there, I think if they didn't ring, I'd have to ring them and ask what was wrong. She's 'sick'. Sore throat, which wouldn't have anything to do with a rock concert last night and feeling ill. Nothing to do with going to bed at 1. I'm all for if a kid is sick, they should be at home in bed. In this case our kid should be studied by sciencetists because I am pretty sure no-one has ever suffered as much with illnesses as she has.
We had the place to ourselves last night whilst she was gone, it was great. Granted I spent it online playing, but still it was nice. Not to have to constant asking for tea. I await another phone call. I told her to wait for a few hours and see how she feels. Thing is, I can't get her home? She's going to have to stay even if she is sick. Which I sincerely doubt.

* Headache begins *