No, I am not happy or well. Thank you for not asking.

I have made a lot of angry, spiteful, and even violent remarks concerning what I see as unjust behaviour on the part of others. That is true. Like, for example, when London police saw fit to force a severely disabled boy who, according to the article, has a mental age of five into handcuffs and leg restraints. As one woman who commented on a Fudgebook link put it, she would really like to hurt people who hurt children and “special needs children”. She asked if this was possibly “mother instincts”, but I disagree. I think this is what I call “decent Human being instincts”. And really, if a police officer things it is somehow warranted to hurt a child in this manner, I suspect perhaps they need to consider another career. Shovelling fish guts, for example.

An exercise that I sometimes like to do

Most, if not all, of the entries that I have posted recently have been of an extremely heavy nature. Which is perfectly fine. That is largely the purpose of this journal, and if just one mother-to-be reads it and changes her whole attitude towards both herself and her child as a result, it is worth it.

But today, I want to talk more about something that I read in this journal entry, and what it gave me the idea to write this time. Before I begin the exercise proper, however, it is important to talk about a few things within the reason. As I have alluded to earlier, we all have different parts of our identity that we give different priorities according to situation or interaction. Although aside from being about how we define ourselves to ourselves, this article does not relate to today’s subject. It does explain one great perspective on that situation that I wish I had understood much earlier in my life. So in the interests of making this a mental exercise for myself, I am going to divide this listing according to different priorities. I hope you find it enlightening.