Baby Steps

I would call it writers block, but in truth I'm running words off for this pretty quickly, so I'll settle with unwillingness. That is usually the fuel for procrastination. For one never procrastinates if they are willing to engage in the activity to start with. 


I've been doing well recently as well. Working quite solidly. But now, I just can't be fucked! 


Spoke to my Dad the other day about how much of a cunt he's been being recently. Of course he didn't see it that way. But I said to him, "Dad you chose to have three children."
He looked down at his feet and said "Well..." whilst shaking his head. 


Never been much of a Dad though. Hell, I suppose the man living with me now who recently busted my lip with his fist has been more of a Dad to me than anyone. I shouldn't really say that, it's a bit harsh on my real Dad. Plus Sydney's a cunt. 


No I wasn't a problem child caused by my lack of a father figure growing up, even though I probably should have been. I was actually quite a good child. Glad it ended though. I hated growing up. People used to look down, smile and say "Hello! How're Harry's holidays?" it was so patronising. It didn't help that I was a foot shorter than most women, and my face was cute as a button whereas most the faces I looked at resembled a large portion of shit. 


Yeah so childhood wasn't great. 


Although I have an interesting mind so growing up wasn't all that bad. I watched people, their movements in the day. I analysed their reasoning behind everything. 


But I was never forced into religion. My father's a baptist and my mother's a catholic. I've been baptised, christened and confirmed. I now write to you as a strong atheist, and I've never been happier. Although I do pity the religious ones. I feel they're ignorant. But that's a discussion for a post not so filled already.