I think I have some sort of disorder. Diagnose this: I like my room nice and tidy, but when something minor isn’t in order, I proceed by leaving it as it is and intentionally making an even bigger mess that will gradually transform my room into looking like a cyclone’s whirled past, instead of fixing that one minor thing in the first place and avoiding the headache of tidying up later, because I get a big kick out of seeing the drastic change from chaos to order after I’m done fixing it back to as it was. I think I’m the one in need of fixing here.
In other news, here are the kids Lutfi’s been teaching the Quran to every Sunday at the Manawatu Islamic Centre:
Do you hear that? It’s the sound of my heart breaking.
Because hearts can break in good ways too.
Enough said here.
