Its 1126pm. Of the 11th day of 10th month of 25th year of 20th century.
I just had an … interesting discussion with my dad. His views on sexism, women v men would likely get him very bad ratings in the now-common liberal post-modern world. Some of it made sense, but none of it was place-sensitive. You don’t say women are weak, infront of them. Ofcourse they are not. Especially if they are infront of you. That sentense can be used to make me sound hypocritical but I can argue, it’s hoping for the best and preparing for the worst.
Anyways I don’t feel like going into this long debate with myself and me again so, skip that. I did feel like a man of the house today. Now. Its not that good of a position to be honest. And I want to ultimately be the person who does not move around or impose decisions a lot, gives a lot of breathing room and flexibility to their family and peers and just, makes decisions. That’s my ideal kind of a man, sensitive but silent, subtle, decisive and rooted in data. In evidence. In culture. In history. I guess all men want to be like this, no? Anyways, I do. But still most of the time, I slip up, I find myself speaking more than what is enough, being lenient in decision, making puns and jokes for smiles, generally unsatisfactory. Maybe its a growth trajectory where today was just a dot, in a line moving on to perfectionism, never reaching it and ultimately ending with the death of your’s truly. Hopefully.
I did not do a lot of stuff today. Wasted a lot of time. Toothache’s been the worst and I don’t have the means right now to fix it, with the little sibling’s fees and having to save and all. I am going to drum up some extra money next week when I go to doc’s and just tell him to do Rootcanals for these 4 molars. I don’t have the money to actually fill them up right now, but hy, we’ll eventually get there. I got back my smile, no?
That’s that. Bye.