Talking about the snow

Talking about the snow with my dad at lunch. I say, "This has been a particularly bad time, every one's been caught out by it. Companies have lost work, and the councils have been caught out with the salt." After all this has been the on the news for a few weeks now.

"No, they haven't, they've had enough salt!"

Then the argument goes on. I give up. There is no point arguing with arseholes.

But I did learn something, it's not just that I'm wrong. I noticed how it's only when someone says something to him that the idea that the opposite might be true pops into his head. He doesn't just argue with me, he is argumentative. I once heard my step mum say something to him. He argued with what she said. She reasserted her point of view and he said, "You are so argumentative!" I thought, "Yep, that sums it up. He argues but he is so arrogant that he believes he is always right and therefore it is everyone else who is arguing with him!"

The problem I have is not killing him. It does wind me up at times. I get caught out. But if this guy brought me up then it's no wonder I am so highly strung.

This is not the best environment for me but I am stuck here. I cannot get out. No sooner do I feel like I am getting close to getting out that something else comes up to set things back.

Where is God? Yeah He loves me. Yeah He will never leave me. But I am still here putting up with this crap. I am often reminded of King David, how he had to hide in the enemies camp pretending to be mad. Sometimes I feel like that.