A rather savage character assassination recently by people who do not actually know me but believe everything they read has brought on a bout of introspection. Wednesdays child it turns out is full of woe. Well, yes, I may on occasion be a bit woeful, but I have never considered myself full of it. Grumpy sometimes when I am overtired this is true. But mostly I think I am a happy, well-balanced individual who enjoys life.
|Me being a grumpy old man.|
I am oversensitive though. I recognise this in myself. I do tend to get upset by personal criticism. Luckily though I don’t tend to receive a lot of that. Though when I do I will react to it immediately. Negativity is something I try to avoid also. Negativity rears its head and I am out of there!
As you may have guessed, this little blogpost is just me writing the hurt out of myself. I know I am by no means perfect, but I have spoken to a few people today who know me well and they have made me feel good again. There is not much wrong with my character.
Full of woe? Not me. I looked up the childhood poem and what day of the week I was born on too. Mum was wrong. I was born on a Tuesday. See what Tuesday’s child is. That's me, that is.
Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.