Phileosophie

I went for a walk at Centennial Park today to clear my mind after hearing about the things I talked about in my previous entry. As I strolled along the perimeter pathway I thought about how lovely the park was and how lucky we were to live in a place like Sydney. I have often felt that although relationships were what made life quite meaningful, ironically it was often people that sullied my experience in beautiful cities like Sydney. A harsh word, rejection, bad news or sometimes just loneliness has the capacity to dull our happiness. It occured to me however, that this is a fact of life that will never change. People will always let us down, and perhaps 28 years has started to soften the blow. I thought about the various things that people have said about each other within my extended family - you are either too dirty, or too strict, or too extravagant or too cheap. But we are still family. And amongst friends, we are all still friends. If not friends and family then what else do we

It appears that I only post when there are things I need to get off my chest. It is not that my life is as negative as it may seem. If you look at the periods between the posts - those are the times when the day to day is taking place. Nothing too bad, nothing to good. And those are the times when the Very Goods happen too, but often it is better just to experience the good times with friends. You could say that in general I keep records of the bad times and memories of the good ones. So today I heard from someone that one of my relatives weren't too pleased with me and I gather that this is for two reasons. First, she didn't think I kept the house clean enough and second, she thought I wasn't thrifty. It really saddened me because her response to these things was essentially to stop talking to me, with the exception of a few moments when I call her. I have felt for a while that something was up but could not really figure out why I felt she was unhappy with me. It sadden