My Good Instinct
Sometims, in this journal, I'm going to write random things that happened to me because I want to remember them.
My mom says I have good instincts about people. We were talking about Evan and she was saying how I knew how to pick a good boy or something. Then she told me stories of people I knew were bad from the start. First, my uncle's girlfriend, Heather. When I was a little kid, I really didn't like her, and I didn't know why. Well, it turned out I was right about that, my mom said only that she was a bad person. [All I know is that she has a drinking problem.] And she said, when I really haven't liked my therapists and psychologists in the past, it turns out they really were scumbags. Then, when we were in Cape Cod, a little kid wandered over to our blanket and just said hi or something. I told him to go away, we didn't like him. [I, of course, don't remember this, even though it happened recently.] After my parents yelled at me, me and Toni wandered off and the kid stayed with my family, and it turned out, he was a real pest. Stomping all over my sister's sand castles and yelling loudly was what he did, my mom told me she and my dad had laughed over it, saying, "Sarah was right again." There have been people, in the past, who I knew from the start weren't good people so I've secretly disliked them. Now I know I was probably right, after having that talk with my mom. More Later.
My mom says I have good instincts about people. We were talking about Evan and she was saying how I knew how to pick a good boy or something. Then she told me stories of people I knew were bad from the start. First, my uncle's girlfriend, Heather. When I was a little kid, I really didn't like her, and I didn't know why. Well, it turned out I was right about that, my mom said only that she was a bad person. [All I know is that she has a drinking problem.] And she said, when I really haven't liked my therapists and psychologists in the past, it turns out they really were scumbags. Then, when we were in Cape Cod, a little kid wandered over to our blanket and just said hi or something. I told him to go away, we didn't like him. [I, of course, don't remember this, even though it happened recently.] After my parents yelled at me, me and Toni wandered off and the kid stayed with my family, and it turned out, he was a real pest. Stomping all over my sister's sand castles and yelling loudly was what he did, my mom told me she and my dad had laughed over it, saying, "Sarah was right again." There have been people, in the past, who I knew from the start weren't good people so I've secretly disliked them. Now I know I was probably right, after having that talk with my mom. More Later.