Stumped

There's a certain amount of pressure that comes with giving a title to a daily post. I always have the best intentions - make it clever, make it meaningful, make it mysterious, make it real. Arrghh... I do my head in before I even get anything down!

I decided to revamp thy old post, on account of me making it to within reach of 100 posts! YAY me! I'm so proud of myself for sticking to it, for putting a little piece of myself out there. Even if it's still behind the small mask that is StrangeBird, it's still probably the most honest portion of me in existence.

Today, work was fairly non eventful. Although, there were a few meltdowns over the course of the day - I'm just thankful it wasn't me this time! I had to help out with a dementia lady today, and she was hard work. When I see people like that, I feel so sad for them, to be locked inside themselves like that - I wonder to myself if they feel the frustration of not being the person they used to be? This lady today still had a bit of spunk, and it made me hope that when I get old and grey someday, that I have the sense to mess with people the best I can. I don't mean in a bad sense, it's just if I'm old and demented, and some young ignoramus is trying to get me to stand up, sit down, stand up, I hope I have enough wits about me fuck around with them a bit. I figure, you may as well go down having a little fun.

SB xx