The room in the corner

Times flies real fast.

The last update was two months ago.

In about a month from today, Baby G will be two years old.

But it is depressive. Depressive enough to have me hiding in the room every time I come back from work.

Most of the time I will come back to a big mess. The kitchen and the hall looks about the same now. I saw on the sofa patches of hand soap. I am not going to help clean it. Shaver lying around the floor. If one day Baby G ends up bloody, I am not going to even feel surprised.

Once upon a time, I made him take out a piece of glass that he was happily sucking in his mouth. The surprise factor is no more there. That I can say.

How is one going to take care of a child, if the person were to only laugh and smile to themselves in front of the computer for almost all the time.

This is no time to point fingers.

You cannot blame a barely two year old kid that he is being naughty taking things out. You cannot blame him for wanting to play. That is what kids do best.

You cannot scream at him asking him what does he want. He does not understand you, because you never taught him how to.

And that is why I hid in the room. Away from all the blasphemy.

Decision disorder

Here I am.

I realised that I have an disorder that makes it hard to decide at times. It amplifies more if I am put in a food court with gazillion food stalls to choose from. The left part of my brain, I suspect, the glutton he is, always tell me to buy everything and then sit on the table trying to finish it. He, however, is not a favourable person to Ethopians. The right side, is worst. He walk from one stall to another contemplating why he should not choose the particular choice or contradicts himself when a choice was already made.

Now it seems that the disorder is affecting the blogging neuron of my brain too.

Write here?

Write at Social Cafe?

Do not write again?

Why the fuck I am still here when you left it for years?

Maybe I just let it flow, even when the next update comes in a month time.

I mean, MJ has moved on. So did Yasmin Ahmad. Surprises and life goes hand in hand these period of the year. The coincidental path of my brain also told me they are both 51. Does this mean Area 51 is back in operation? Do we have alien re-visit (or they never did leave? or they are already among us for millenias already?)

For fuck sake, make up your mind.