Numptyness and Ninjas

Posted: January 25, 2015 in Stories
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I recently discovered my old diary whilst tidying my room. Needless to say I didn’t get too much more tidying done after that…

Anyway, after skimming through it, I realized that while my love for writing was no recently discovered thing, I used to be rather… well, pretty damn terrible at it! Instead of deciding to share my innermost thoughts and philosophies or even the secret to the meaning of life, I simply seem to have documented random facts with little more significance than what colour our toilet wallpaper was. In fact, when reading the former entries, one gets the impression that one is reading something with about as much emotional worth as a scientific protocol.

Maybe I thought that if I bumbled along and wrote down enough random facts something of value might slip out along the way?

Anyhow, even though I only just staggered out of bed not too long ago, I am, thanks to my daily coffee, no longer in my usual morning zombie mode. I am, nonetheless, still shuffling around like a pensioner. This does, however, have less to do with being undead and more to do with my bright decision to join my local dojo to get pounded upon by our over friendly neighbourhood ninjas. I’m still a little surprised that anyone would greet you with a manic smile and a hug only then to immediately attack you with a wooden sword afterwards.

Who knows, maybe I’ll learn something through it someday…

So, now that I ache in places I didn’t even realize existed, I oh so intelligently decided it would be a fantastic idea to take my ADHD, autistic brother and my manic sister to the ice rink with only my sometime-slightly-absent older sister as back up, even though there is no bus service on a sunday, my brother’s tablets have yet to kick in and I still feel like I went ten rounds with King Kong.

Oh, the joys of life…

  1. sarsm says:

    Reblogged this on Sarsm's Blog and commented:
    My little one wrote this. Actually she’s not so little anymore, she’s taller than me!

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