No persons are more frequently wrong, than those who will not admit they are wrong. ― François de La Rochefoucauld
Ain't that the truth. And once upon a time I would have worried about keeping friendly even with such people, because I thought it was the right and moral thing to stay on good terms with absolutely everyone, but I don't think so anymore. Selling my soul for the sake of peace is beginning to sound like a terrible deal. Even worse, I'm beginning to think I only ever did it for the sake of being the better person.
I need a shower and a motivational kick up the arse.
Eilidh walked in to the lounge after school with a frown on her face. She said, here is Eilidh, all happy, because I have so much homework. Yesterday she had no homework at all, but I refrained from pointing that out.
I made Iona cry. I'm rather good at it. She worries so much about making mistakes and I get so impatient with it. You can see what a brilliant mother I am, and how helpful this is for her.
Nathan came home drenched in sweat and gave me a big hug. Thanks son.
