Life with the Three Crazy Dogs

I guess I am really a fire cracker.  DB said I am one fiery one.  I’m mighty hot-tempered.  My fuse is so short, it can explode within seconds and my patience is, you know the answer.

I am the above because that’s what my “mentor” said about me, too.  Not just DB, my mentor said I’m super short fused; a friend of mine, who is a Filipino, said the same thing.  Outsiders are the best judges. 

When I think about all these – about my fiery temper, I do feel bad.  Can I say I take on my mom since I looks and acts like her so much?  Come to think of it, my dad was a hot-tempered person, too, when I was younger.  He has since mellowed so much from the days I was still in school to the day I left the family home 11 years ago.

The funny thing is all of them said if I had a kid, it would tame me hell a lot.  I don’t think so, I told each of them.  The kid would be dead before he/she could see the world.  DB, of course, said “That would not happen with me around” and he gave me that killer look.

The best was this conversation I had with my “mentor”.  She said I should have a kid to change my perspective in life, I will be smarter, I won’t take things for granted, my don’t-give-a-damn-attitude will change to the opposite, learn to care for others, and I will learn to accept patience. 

Maybe it’s true it will change me but for now, I’m just gonna try lengthening the fuse a little at a time.  My “mentor” asked me this question since she knows I have no relatives in this country.  ”Aren’t you afraid to be alone when DB’s gone, who’s gonna take care of you?”  I told her, I don’t know the answers to her these questions.  Probably I will leave it into God’s hands.

Right now, I will take care of my imperfections first.