let lemons be angry

all the small things

It was one of those days that felt a little surreal, where the world is not quite round and the sky is not all that high. Everyone was more lighthearted than usual. I took my maths results so well that mr ho couldn't believe it. He wanted me to tell him if i was going to continue maths next year, but i refused to answer him or even think about it. Nothing mattered more to me than a happy day. And so nothing could bring me down. I've come to think that anything can be amusing if i put it into perspective, most things at least. Even c was amusing. The additional stress before it is amusing too. If we only could look back on things as they happen to us. All the things we are told we should worry about are not worth losing my cool for. Strangely we worry less about the real things of importance.

In the same light, i've decided on a few things. I'll allow my father to hang the laundry wherever he pleases, i'll let him tamper with the computer files to let him feel like he's tech-savvy, i'll let him play his music loudly, i'll let him tell his friends how highly he thinks of his daughter even if half of it embarrasses me, i'll let him wear his slippers around the house. All these things that i can't stand but will surely miss when they're gone. When he's gone. I'll have a list of regrets when he goes if i don't remember now that the person is more than the deeds. Least of all these small things.