I'm not right, I'm not wrong

Yesterday when I was in my car driving back home, litsening to some great music, with the sun shining outside everything felt so perfect. I had my happy litle moment. I just felt great. So what I was driving a shitty toyota from 86 and i had some stuff trubbeling my mind not even mentioning the pressure of all the stuff I should be doing at home. Still I just felt so amazingly great, like I wouldn't have a problem in the world, nothing trubbeling my mind, everything giving in to my will. That's one of those moments you would like to photo shoot and put on the wall so that you can look at it on those days that everything isn't going your way.

I thought nothing could get at me yesterday. But oh so wrong I was. It didn't take much and i felt that feeling sailing away, getting farer and farer. Cause if there's something that makes me angry, right down mad, is when people tell me what to do or not to do, what's wrong and what's right. Sure u can give advice, and say your opinion about stuff. But unless it hasn't anything to do with braking the law or abusing other human beeings nothing is just right down wrong or right, nothing is. And to be telling me that my biggest dream ever is wrong, using the word wrong, well that lits some serious aggression in my mind. And to attack my picture of the world, to say it's false and so wrong. At this point you are trying to piss me off. Further more to just not say it once, but telling it right to my face several times, like I would be deaf or dumb, that's just way to go man!
Luckily some one did save my night, some way i got at least half way back to my happy-feelig, and I ddin't have to go sleepin in the earlier state of mind.

Today is a new day, and somehow I feel that this will be an even greater day, cause now the history won't repeat itself, I have made sure it won't. Today I'm gonna enjoy the fun of cooking some dinner and cleaning a bit in the house. Which actually is quite nice beeing home alone and all. Nobody telling me wrong or right. =)
Adios!

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