It's exactly 8 p. m. when starting this blog.
Day is gone, all shopping is done. And if not: in 12 hours the supermarkets will be open again.
So, what was this day all about?
Sleeping, having a shower, having breakfast, ... all that stuff.
Then working. Preparing for a seminar about "Intelligence in general - Emotional intelligence in particular". Focusing on communication skills and communication with clients/customers and those who shall become such.
Some Twitter during lunch break. Just to stay informed. Or so ...
While preparing the last few PP-slides for the seminar, having a glance at Twitter again.
Annoyance of the day: a group of (becoming?) "mothers" claiming their rights to smoke cigarettes and drink alcohol during pregnancy, just because no-one is allowed to interfere with their lives and their philosophies of living, caring and educating their children. Claiming that it's always up to them to decide whether and how much to smoke or drink or not, even if pregnant.
Moronic. Feeble-minded in every possible thinking way!
There are licenses for more meaningless things than the care and education of children. Thinking of those "mothers", I wish, there would be a "license for reproduction" with a test to pass first. Or law enforced sterilisation for those, who proved their disqualification for being parents, for both, the woman as well as the man, since there always are two sides of this special medal.
Ok, I know: sounds stupid. And even more, it is not realisable.
But in face of the fact, that such risky behaviour during pregnancy can result in giving birth to mentally and/or physically disabled children, for whom society then will have to pay, the question of punishment of such irresponsible behaviour must be allowed.
Those women claim, that nobody should interfere with what they are doing with and to their children, anyway. Ok. On the other hand, nobody should be forced to take responsiblity of the results of their way of life!
Unfortunately, if we would act like this, it would be on the expenses of the children - and therefore just hitting the wrong party!
It's a dilemma. Not more. Not less.
So far my annoyance of the day.
And now, 8:19 p. m.?
No plan. Anyway ...
We write our own future.