Saturday, November 20, 2010

You Are What They Breed

I've known it long enough. I recognise that there is no escape either.

I preferred to deny it to myself, or at least, to hide it. (From myself).

Though I've now accepted it, I've only accepted it quietly.

But there is little point.

I am what made me. Some good bits, probably, but at the moment the worst bits too. Even more.

Those bits I despise about my father, well, they are too me. All the bad bits.

And the bad bits about my Mum (those tend to be health problems). I'm sure I have them in some shape way or form as well.

C'est la vie!

3 comments:

Miss Ginger Grant said...

But the bad bits from your Dad- there is a difference! You recognize that they are bad, and you can work to change them- or at least control them!

And as for your Mum's health- I hear ya! I get that from both sides!

BTW- I've been meaning to ask: what does "ahoj" mean? I've never heard or seen that anywhere but your blog!

MadeInScotland said...

Miss GG

Hello, old friend (as in good, comfortable).

In advance, let me wish you a happy thanksgiving to come.

As for my Dad's bad bits. The issue is that... I enjoy. For all the reasons I don't like.

ahoj (I did post it here, or as a comment on yours).

It's czech.

Just like ciao. Hello. Bye. Ahoj. SHhp ahoj. Sailor ahoj. Ahoj.

Ben said...

Hmmm. Cryptic.

Probably best to focus on those good bits, though I know that's sometimes impossible.

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