Children, as a rule, must learn. They have to learn, because they literally don’t know anything. They kind of bumble around hurting themselves, spilling paint and eating dog food, until it makes them feel bad or until someone tells them it is bad. I should point out at this point that I have no kids and I have done zero research, but I’m fairly confident that is all children do.
The most interesting part though is that they seem to have these binary responses; a child falls over and scrapes their knee, and it is instant meltdown. Does it need to be cut off?* Is this the end? Who shall I give my Lego Brick Bounty Pirate Ship to? Taken at such a young age – how tragic.
My girlfriend told me a story of two happy bouncy boys who were suddenly silenced, looking forlorn. After some brief but concerned questioning the boys said confidently that they were going to die. They had gotten ink on their skin, and they’d heard of this thing called ‘Ink Poisoning’, so they were just silently waiting out their final hours.
Today I feel much better.
Depression keeps me on my toes. Just like a baby bumping its head, theres that moment of pause. Everyone around stops for a split second, even the baby stops. Everyone looks at the baby to see how it responds. Everyone knows the bump is not life threatening – but does the baby know?
Oh, nope. I need new ear drums.
The last two days were kind of that pause, that moment when you hit your head. Yes, its painful – but how bad is it going to be? Depression keeps me ignorant of my feelings; is it just a bad mood or a bad phase? I feel so automatic, one moment of feeling down and the world is ending. I guess I just need reassurance sometimes. Giving away my Lego Brick Bounty Pirate Ship was probably a little premature though.
*My Dad would regularly say various body parts would need to be amputated. ‘If you’re crying that much it must be really bad, we’ll have to take it off’ – Didn’t cry much after that as it turns out.
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