p a t c h r i s

Just finished the final episode (so far) of the final season (so far) of BBC's Sherlock Holmes. I can't imagine how anyone, in reality, could have such keen vision and sharp mind. It's easy to make up. In contrast, it feels as though I am way on the other extreme, being a simple person and simple minded, too. Unkind people would say stupid. Stupid people would think they are smart in the same way that a drunk man would deny he isn't.

Imagine all the people you know who have kids and they are so devoted to make sure their children eat the right food, get all their jabs, finish their homework, go for their tuition, attend their music lessons and practise their violin every day. They also ensure their children develop good habits like sleeping on time, sit properly at the meal table, have good manners, greet elders respectably and perform their chores. Just like good children do. My standard of parenting is so poor that all I told myself was to be better than my parents, and just be around for my kids. I thought they'd turn out alright because I'd be a good influence and since I'm generally nice and kind and polite, they'd learn from their father and also pick up on being helpful and thoughtful at the same time.  Well, life had a thing coming for me. Turns out parenting doesn't work that way.