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Ugh! Those times when you wake up, and the first word out of your mouth is "s**t!"
Sadly for me, about 80% of my days begin this way.
Realising you have to get out of the house and.. socialise, deal with people ugh *shudders*
Well this morning I realised I had to get dressed and go to work.
Make some money.

I've mentioned before that I work at a fashion boutique, so that means I have to dress really well. Heels and all.
So this morning I woke up with 30 minutes left before I have to leave, coz I slept in for 15 minutes (I've done better - bed to door in 10 minutes for work, including breakfast, shower, hair and makeup)

But anyways, I get all prettied up this morning, and decide on wearing ankle length stockings. With a knee lenght skirt.
I did not realise how bad it looked until I left the house, and am halfway to the bus stop. s**t.

Then I realised, since getting this job, I've put all my effort into looking nice for work, and have had none left over for every other day of the week.
So I cannot dress nicely at all other times. I just don't give a ******** how many people look at me funny because of what I'm wearing. And it's a good feeling (:

And the point of this story? Well, there is no point. Aside from the fact that I'm a freak who doesn't look nice. Well, that's more of a reitteration, really.


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So anyway, I was sitting on the bus, and there's this young mother. Not older than about 22. Her son was about three years old. And she had put him in a pram. I was like WTF. He tried to get out, but his mother had just yelled at him, and told him to stay in the pram. To just sit there, and not do anything. A toddler. To sit still.
So anyway, this kid throws up a bit of a fit, starts crying.
And this mother. The whole time she is on the bus, she's on her phone. She ignores her son the entire time, except to yell at him, and make him cry.
I looked at this kid's face, and well, my heart just shattered into a million pieces.
He was so desperate for his mother's attention. For her to love him.

He was acting out to get her to look at him. He was so upset that she was ignoring him. She put him a bloody pram for goodness sake, and yelled at him to stay in it.
I could see already, because of the way his mother was behaving, he was going to be one of those kids who acted out in the future. And it made me so sad. I would have liked to have gone up to her and tell her that she needs to pay attention to her son, but I didn't for a few reasons:
1. Because I have no kids of my own, and nobody take s**t from people without kids (regardless of the fact that I've been working with children, troubled children, autistic children, and so many children from bad families for the past 7 years.)
2. Because she was one of those dumb sluts who dropped out of highschool at year 10, and would probably punch me in the face
3. Because it would bring on the whole "Who the ******** are you to tell me what to do, how to look after MY children etc, etc.
4. Because I'm too ******** passive.

But anyways, she continued talking on her phone, paying no attention to her son, treating him like some snotty kid she was stuck babysitting.

I really think there should be breeding licences in place. And anyone who doesn't have one should be sterile.
Parents these days really make me sad. They don't really care about their children, giving them the best they possibly could is not on their agenda. It's not fair on the kids. And people wonder why the coming generations are so ********. It's because of the kid's damn parents.

Parents are a child's first teacher. Weather anyone likes it or not, a kid will take after their parents to an insane degree. And it really is up to the parent to set a good example, and teach their kids right from wrong, and how to react to life's little situations. Come on people, these are young malluable lives. Not a ******** toy you can stop playing with whenever you get bored of it. It's not a freaking tamagotchi.

Anyways, that's my painful little rant.


The worst part? She was fat, and wearing leggings as pants neutral