My dog pwns you again!

Today I saw a young mother with her child on a little leash. Not the harness ones more commonly seen, a wrist to wrist leash. Fair enough, I can totally understand a need to ensure your child stays close, and off the road. Condoned. I ALSO condone holding the little tyke's damned hand, but that was clearly impossible, because it was a tall woman and a small child, and she was also pushing a pushchair. Wanna know what made me mad? The leash was necessary. Not because the child might wander in front of a passing car or because there where crowds to loose her in. Because the child was a fucking out of control little brat. Okay, pretty young, but at least four. At the age of four your child should not kick things on their way home. And by things, I mean signs, people and litter, at least not multiple times. Your child should not try to pull away from you because you told it not to kick things that oughtn't be kicked (badly). I've forgotten what else she was doing, but this child would have been a terror if it wasn't on a leash. You know what's really, really, really funny? I've walked my dog up and down the same road. Without a leash. She was often a few steps ahead of me, and often a few behind, but she stuck with me, and if I put her on a lead, it was because I worried about traffic. My dog, is better trained than your child. My dog is younger and, hopefully, less intelligent than your child, and yet she is better behaved. Go me. Yes, biotch, you suck. And don't give me that crap about your child being more intelligent and thus more rebellious. The only reason your child would rebel against YOU, her MOTHER, is you're own failure; in discipline, earning respect and proportional punishment. (it's important that you don't over-punish your child, that's worse than the same amount of under-punishing, believe me, I've seen it).

Again, I sound like V. But I found myself thinking this, and I wanted to write it. So I can't complain. I wanted to write it mostly because of how funny it is my dog is better than some people's children.

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Some woman who did lots of running for cancer and stuff died. Or something. I was utterly disgusted to hear someone saying she inspired other people with cancer to set goals. These where supported claims (asi, she said people told her this was how they felt) that the fact one woman with cancer did triathlons, prompted other encancered people to do stuff. Okay, here is the way it works.

You get up in the morning. You feel fine. You do whatever the fuck you want, whether or not you have cancer, because you feel fine.
You get up in the morning, you feel terrible. You lie down and do next to nothing because you don't feel very well. It does not matter if OTHER people run marathons with your condition. You don't feel well. Stay in bed. If you get up, it's because you know you can. Not because you know someone else with roughly the same problem can.

Please, nota bene, neither of those scenarios are affected by someone else doing something. At all. I'm sickened by people who either feel pressured into working when they are ill because this woman does it, or need someone else to get out of bed and run around the world to convince them that knowing you're dying is not enough to justify lying about like a fat slut. You have to feel like you are dying. Hello? Is this clear? Other people's grace and wonderfulness does not mean you have to be wonderful. You should never need to be reminded that when you feel well, you should get up and do something, recreational or careers based EVEN if you are going to die. I mean, i know I'm going to die some day, I still get up and draw. I am also not afraid to call in sick if I feel sick.