Through the BabyCentre forums I got to know a wonderful mum and began to follow the plight she faced and fought everyday to help her son with Autism. She faced waiting list after waiting list, some up to 2 years long before anyone could provide her with the building blocks she needed to help her son become all that he could be.
I decided to do a bit of dissecting today. What on you ask? The Shopping Centre of course. Yep it’s all hard hitting action around here. =&0=& This is one of the inhabitants that get on my last nerve frequently. Sure there are nice ones around….those ones don’t hang around shopping centres acting like wankers. You know the ones, they are loud, obnoxious and always in large groups. The local Shopping Centre tried to stamp down on these creatures by saying people under the age of 18 couldn’t be in groups of more than 4. Yeh it worked for a whole week I think.=&1=& This inhabitant tends to save all of their shopping adventures to one day. The dreaded Pension Day. The general consensus is that this day is a Thursday. Around here it seems to lean more towards a Friday. The Senior Citizen has two very distinct categories. There is the cute little old lady/man. They fill you with all good stuff and remind you of the Disney industry generated Grandparent figure. Then there is the complete polar opposite. The nasty, rude little old lady/man. I understand that we should respect our elders BUT respect should be something that is returned. You being over the age of 60 doesn’t give you the right to push in front of me and my son at the checkout. If you have less things than me, I might have let you go first anyway. You being rude about it just leaves a sour taste in my mouth.=&2=& This group of inhabitants don’t have shoes, clothes are usually ripped and dirty, just like their foul mouth. Don’t get me wrong I drop the F-Bomb like the best of them, but there is a time and a place. Walking through your local Shopping Centre is not that place. Also please try to keep your kids in some kind of control. We all know that Shopping Centres are like drugs for small kids but if you’re too busy snogging your latest Baby Daddy, then that shit is not cool.=&3=&
I decided to have a bit of fun and went searching for random post ideas and stumbled across this site. There was pages, upon pages of post ideas. This one however caught my eye and I decided to give it a go 🙂=&0=& This song takes me straight back to my dark bedroom when I was teen. Music blaring in my earphones. Jogging on the spot for the biscuit that I dared to eat. In front of a mirror, so I could see everything that I hated.=&1=&