Baa Baa Black Sheep...

For the first time in my adult life, after thirteen years of having graduated from my wonderful high school (hear the sarcasm people), I have become the black sheep of my class and I feel as though I have been transported back into that time when I was often the last chosen on a team for gym class, or when I was happiest reading my many books while the rest of my classmates looked at their pagers or gossiped about everyone else or their clubbing adventures... and man oh man does it ever hurt.

I believe that I am by nature a pretty happy person - and until very recently, this has not really been the case... I have my baby boy to thank in part for this massive change in attitude and lifestyle;  he has enabled me to begin cherishing and appreciating our and my life to a much higher degree since about January.

I have also been the benefactress of a great gift bestowed upon me by my maternal grandfather, who loved other people so much that he knew the names of every single person on his street;  as a result of my seeing him interact with others, and perhaps due to an innate quality of mine, I am often the recipient of many life stories shared on a bus or metro, or I am the giver of hugs, smiles and words of encouragement.  I am also a born leader, and I never shy away from taking control in any given situation.  Consequently, I had been voted class president, and I had done my duty above and beyond what had been expected of me... until I was demoted by a general class mutiny.

But why?  And imagine this being asked in a high-pitched, whiny voice.  Well, due to some unfortunate absences caused by the new germs acquired by my son at daycare, and due to my own negligence and stubborness, I have missed a lot of classes.  Also, due to some kind of wormhole established in my house or right outside my door, the time between when I wake up and when I get to school completely vanishes so that I am left running breathlessly to my morning classes EVERY single day.  Thus, I am NOT a class favorite... far from being the class favorite in fact.

Now, rather than go into further details, I just wish that people would adopt the following mantra:

 

LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH

And let others do the same.

 

I have been warned for my misbehaviour, and I know where I have been in the wrong or not, so I am trying very hard to remedy the situation - but what happens to me and in my life does not regard anyone else BUT me...