Some people just anger me. And I am not an angry person. I am that person that cries in the Tracker ad when they pull the screaming baby out the car. I could really find a reason to cry about anything.
Graeme and I went out to get groceries, and I was complaining that I didn't feel like going out and doing the mission. There I was complaining that shopping was a drag, when the reality is that there are people out "there" that cannot afford food. When I realized this (and that I was an ungrateful brat), I felt so guilty -I cried. It sounds glum, but I have these type of thoughts drilled in to my head by my father. To at all times, be grateful for what you have.
I got shouted at if I threw an apple core away that had at least half a possible bite left on it. "What are you doing throwing that away??!! There are hungry children out there, don't waste food!!!!" etc. Of course it irritated the living sh*t out of me when I was ten, and it still would now. I mean, what did he want me to do? Post half a bite of an apple to an orphanage?
Ugh I had a point. But now I can't concentrate. Graeme is saving the United States from a nuclear missile attack. One day I am really just going to bury that X-box in the garden. Next to the hamster.