Today I was out on a rather nice sunny day. It was great! And I usually hate the sun, so whenever I actually like it I try to take as much of it in as I can. Since I had an unknown amount of time on my hands, as I was meeting someone who was going to be late but didn't know how late, I decided to go to the park near the Imax to take photos for my little art project. Then I got distracted by the playground with the swings!
I wondered over to them in the middle of a surprisingly busy playground and got on and started swinging. Then some kids came over, and I guess since one of them saw how much of an expert swinger I am (that's a good line, must remember for later) he asked "can you push me?"
So, amazingly, I got off my swing and gave him a push. I fucking hate kids, but there was something about today that made me tolerate them. It was fun. I taught him how to swing better (wow, now the context of that earlier line makes me feel like a pedo) and then I got back on my swing for a bit, then wondered off to play Pokemon under a tree until I eventually got a message from who I was going to meet.
Now... I've been wondering, is it the hormones that's made me hate kids less, or is it just that I'm a happier person than I used to be?
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