I am never going to tell you that I don't make mistakes. I do. Hell I make lots of mistakes. It's like all my wisdom and sensibilities go out the window when it comes to myself.
I guess it is true that sometimes you can't see from inside the box what is going on around it. You have to take yourself out of the picture for a bit and gain the perspective. It's just that I can't remove myself from my workplace or home for a few weeks and mull it all over. No chance to reflect and react after a plan has been made. I don't care for this. I am disgruntled with it all.

I have been watching people around me lately and I see their mistakes. Humans are truely pitiful. We get caught up in the wrong things. It is almost like we forget what is important - or maybe we know what is important, but we avoid it - cuz it is too hard to deal with the truth of the matter.

My dad is very sick. He may well be near the end of his life. Now, common sense would suggest that he would try to avoid death by seeking medical attention in a timely fashion, or maybe trying to rest a bit... But no, he decides to take the stubborn fool route instead. Maybe it has a prettier view or something. He avoids the doctor and works himself into a tired state - doing things that don't matter - like painting a wall or fighting over screws for a curtain rod.

I know that it is because he is scared that he is actually dying. I know this is a painful moment to come to in life's journey... but why can't he just take peoples help and concern and just appreciate the time he has?

Why does he have to be an ass about it?