Skip to main content

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!

Popular posts from this blog

Mad as hell

So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...