It's a slow and quiet weekend. Sarah is taking her usual late afternoon nap. And here I am, wasting the hour before the Feather Boas meet up again later this evening.
I talked to Ida for long hours last Thursday and was mesmerized by some dog-theory.
Ida said....: A dog will stay obedient to his owner despite his ill treatment because they think that that's the only owner that he has. But we are human, and we are the owner of ourselves.
A kid will stay with his parents even if his parents abuse him because that is the only parents he knows and we dont have the liberty of choosing our parents, but we do have the liberty to choose our partner, our life and our path.
A kid will stay with his parents even if his parents abuse him because that is the only parents he knows and we dont have the liberty of choosing our parents, but we do have the liberty to choose our partner, our life and our path.
And today, I am strucked by the idea of wanting to be a child once more. Generally because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.
It's raining outside now and Sarah will sleep longer than she promised me. So I'm gonna make her take her ass out of the couch. Right now!
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