Life Isn’t Always Fair

Some things aren’t fair. Everyone goes through things like these. You know, you just stare at yourself in the mirror and nitpick at every little thing you see that’s out of the ordinary. Or you stand there debating about what to do next, and none of the options seem particularly appealing. Here are some things I’ve gone through lately.

Why is there more hair around my right nipple than my left? Why do I always get itchy the moment I start washing dishes? Why is it that when I take my phone out of my pocket, it’s upside-down about once a week? Why do birds fly away the very moment I want to take a picture? Why does it rain when I don’t have an umbrella and it doesn’t rain when I bring one?

One time, while I was walking, my phone recorded a video in my pocket. But I couldn’t see anything. My pocket deserves its 15 minutes of fame. Why did there have to be no light? So unfair! I mean, just look!

My pen is being totally unfair. I get refills, then they stop working after a couple weeks. I use my phone, and as I’m using it, a wi-fi signal is detected and used, but on the lowest level, so what I was viewing suddenly stops, and I have to turn off wi-fi and reload the page. And just the other day, Windows moved one of the files on my desktop from the right side to the left.

Life is so unfair.

Dinosaur Song

Sometimes, the funniest little thing can be a source of inspiration. Let me tell you what happened on Friday around 6 pm.

It was a hot day on Friday, and I’d promised my daughter to take her to the park, because she really wanted to go. So we waited until 6 pm, when it wasn’t so hot. She kept bugging me about it all afternoon, and eventually forgot about it. Then at 6, I told her we’re going to the park, and we’ll be blowing bubbles. So, off we went.

At the park, we blew bubbles, she chased bubbles, and she played on the swings a lot.  She also got to meet a very friendly dog that kept trying to lick her face. We were there for quite some time. I think nearly an hour. It was getting darker out, as the sun had set, and I was about to suggest that we go back home. Usually, this results in her crying and arguing. But things were different this time. I didn’t even have to suggest going back. You see, something interesting happened.

My daughter heard a sound down the hill, back toward our home. She told me it was “Dinosaur no Uta.” That’s “Dinosaur Song” in English. I wondered what it was. She has quite the vivid imagination. So, I suggested we go down and find this dinosaur who’s singing.

As we went down the hill, I asked my daughter if it was a big or small dinosaur. She told me it was small. As we approached the intersection at the bottom of the hill, she told me she could hear the dinosaur song again. At the intersection, I guessed it was probably the cars. She made a sound like a growl, telling me that was the dinosaur song. It made sense it would be a car.

She saw a man jogging across the street and pointed, saying, “Dinosaur!” She then pointed to a car, and said, “Dinosaur!” She pointed out all the cars, saying that they were all dinosaurs. As we crossed the street, she told me to be careful because of the dinosaurs. We soon arrived home, and she was very happy about her time at the park. A successful outing.

The “Dinosaur Song” she created made me realise just how imaginative and creative she is. It’s inspired me, actually. I want to write about the “Dinosaur Song” now. Maybe a children’s short story, since it was inspired by her, and I’d like to write it for her.