It's been mad in Rippers World for a few weeks; some seriously weird goings on. I've had to wait for answers from other people, and let them make decisions on my behalf. I hate that. I want to make the decisions in my life, not wait on other people and leave it to chance in their hands. I've waited to see if I've behaved correctly, I've had to explain my thoughts and actions, and wait for someone else to decide if they were right. I've had to wait for someone to decide if I'm capable of doing a job that nobody has tried yet. What did they use to decide? Who I am, what I've done, or what I did on just one day? I'll never know.
The main thing is, they decided I was right. They decided that I'd behaved in the right way, and decided I'm capable of doing the job. They decided that I'm who I say I am. Thank god, because otherwise, I'd have been someone else, doing something else, and wearing someone else's knickers. It's so nice to be told you're right, but at the same time, it's horrible that someone else gets to choose.
They're not weird things though are they? Not in this day and age. Not unusual. Getting a call from my Mum to say someone who was lost to her 48 years ago has found her - found us - now that's unusual.
So I've got a new brother now. It's happened pretty fast and we met him really quickly after he called. I thought it would have been weirder than it was, but it was cool. N major breakdown in tears type situations, no awkward questions or anything like that. Maybe that made it even weirder. Anyway, we waited a long time to meet, and it was deffinately worth waiting for.
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