Knowing your limits

The weekend has been a queer one.

Saturday's highlight was a nice night's supper with my bro after a rather infuriating afternoon. I feel fat, but who cares as long as I'm having a good time.

Sunday was a visit to one of my chiropractors' place to pass on a little knowledge on the stock exchange. Dinner followed and I was then annoyed by this old man on the bus.

I realized that I get really really high-strung when other people try to force their ideals on me. My first reaction is to get really defensive, after which I simply stop talking.

I myself would do much to heed my own advise: "not everyone wants to do the things you do."