by Symaro » Mon Aug 03, 2015 4:43 pm
I haven't had a good cry in what feels like ages.
My upbringing was a little, well... rough.
I was the target of frequent bullying for the majority of my childood, you see.
I didn't get to vent my frustrations, and instead bottled them up.
One day, just under a decade ago, I lost it, and sent my bully to the hospital.
There was fallout. I was transferred, sent to counseiling, and my family had to pay damages.
Since then, I don't remember shedding a single tear.
Not at sad movie endings, or depressing tales of other people's misfortune.
Not even at the funeral of one of our family's eldest, two years ago.
I'm not sure what to think of this.
Instruct the children not to dream of toys or sweets.
Instruct them to dream of infrastructure.