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Pain doesn't listen to reason, it has it's own reason, which is not reasonable.


Here you can see the water taxi making a quick getaway from Sullivan's Cove one afternoon. I've not done so, but I could catch this one home, as it stops just over the road from us in Geilston Bay. If you can believe it, it actually works out cheaper than a road taxi. A bit pricier than the bus, however.

Sometimes I get very tired. When I am, very tired, I know that my patience shortens and that I am prone to saying nasty things.

Accordingly, because I know what can happen when I get very tired, I often choose to not say anything at all in order to avoid saying anything nasty that would really be about tiredness rather than nastiness.

Yet on occasion, people assume that to not say anything means that you must be angry even though you're not angry you're just tired and at that point the silence isn't about anger because you're not angry, you're tired.

Of course, the fact that people keep asking why you're angry even though you're not angry (you're tired) starts to make you angry. I mean, you're tired, and someone is accusing you of being angry when you're just tired and because you're tired you get angry and more likely to say nasty things because you're angry and tired because you're tired and you know that you're prone to getting short and potentially will say something nasty.

So in fact, you're quiet not because you're angry. You're quiet because you're tired and you know that you're prone to anger when you're tired.

You're quiet because you're tired and you want to keep the peace.

But people keep asking why you're angry.

The misunderstanding makes you angry.

The anger makes you tired.

When I'm tired, I can get short with people...

Comments

Babzy.B said…
water taxi , nice transportaion ! when i'm tired i don't even have the energy to get angry ;)
take a rest , have a peaceful week end !
KL said…
I think you Australians have talents for all these. Once when I was very young and watching cricket that was being played in Australia, I saw this (someone was carrying it on the ground and that's why the TV was focusing on it), and though that time I hardly knew English, but it was so fascinating that I still remember to this day. Your post today reminded me of that and here it is:

If you notice this notice, then you will notice that this notice is not worth noticing.
Tash said…
No way of escaping it - when men are quiet it has to mean they are angry...cuz when women are quiet, it is cuz they are angry...and quiet. Not tired. No quiet tiredness acknowledged. (good piece, I could never work that many quite/angry in a few short paragraphs)
The photo is really lovely - not at all painfull or tired or angry ... but it is quiet and happy. :) I'll stop. Sorry.
Anonymous said…
Have fun on Monday!
kylie said…
why are you angry?
Sue said…
Gee...I'm gonna stop asking my boys what's wrong when they are quiet from now on! I always think something is worrying them...but maybe they are just tired too.
But I do wish they would tell me...and then I would stop asking. Maybe you should utter that one sentence..."I'm just tired and I don't feel like talking" and then maybe people will stop annoying you by asking if you are angry... thus avoiding making you angry!!??
Colette Amelia said…
What a great post to enlighten! hope you feel energized soon.
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, thundery rain this weekend!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, we tend to stew on things a bit. I blame the English stiff upper lip.
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, but I'm not angry, I'm tired.
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, but it all changed on Thursday!

I have the Statewide Youth Collaborative (SYC) Group on Monday, and that is NEVER fun...
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, but I'm not angry, I'M TIRED!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, if you say that, then you get drawn into a whole conversation as to why you're tired.
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, maybe by 2020...
Sue said…
And I guess you're too tired to have that conversation.
But I definitely will stop asking Cody and Zac what is wrong when they are quiet! Thanks for the heads up!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, always a pleasure!

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