52% intelligent. 9% modest. More monkey than bear.
Tuesday 16 June 2015
make me wanna scream....
Maybe it’s because I’m not a parent, maybe it’s because I’m a miserable bastard…. But I find that the noise of a crying baby cuts right through me. I look around, and pretty much everybody else seems to be looking over at the wailing infant with happy, indulgent smiles, but for me it’s like fingernails down a blackboard. Only much, much more grating.
Am I weird? Am I perhaps missing some important nurturing part of my genetic makeup?
Or maybe – just maybe - it’s bang out of order to bring your screaming child into an open-plan office environment and then sit around chatting with your mates for nearly an hour.
Yeah. I reckon it’s that.
Take it away and don’t bring it back until it has learnt how to keep its unhappiness at being in that building locked away inside.
We all feel like that, but the rest of us have learned to internalise our pain and to suffer more quietly.