Fufe calls me today and as usual he was cribbing about how I never call, don’t call back immediately after seeing the phone and so on! And he went on and on and I got pissed and finally i burned my omlette. After that, after all the daama and naacom finally we got to speaking about what it was that was troubling my dear boy!
And he has decided to be a bad boy and not get back to caring about what people very close to him think of him. Well that is a good thing to do. Because being a good boy takes its toll on you, in the long run. It is very difficult to be a good boy and do all that you want to do! I have chosen to be a good boy, and i don’t get to do all that I want to do, but I guess I cannot do much about it anyways. I have made a choice and I have to stick by it. There is not much I can do to change that anyways.
But fufe became a bad boy for something. He fought in his own way, but it did not work for him. He did not get that something. And now he has the choice to be a good boy again! Tempting to become a good boy again, get the love and respect that he craves for, even now.
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