Wednesday, 23 March 2011
My Favourite Mistake.
Since the
domo-kun image source link is broken, here comes a
capybara! :D
Can't wait for the next instalment of Pirates of the Caribbean to be out. Heard that there's gonna be some super chio mermaids... :P
Randomness aside...
To add on to my previous entry, I must constantly remind myself that I should not complain too much. Or rather, I ought to seek the right parties to vent my frustrations upon.
One should not look for people that
lack empathy, nor those that are
petty. Imagine~ There are beings who actually remember what you said when you were 13, and what you ranted about half a year ago. Gosh.
Exemplary Christians indeed. Not that I am going to condemn all believers based on those I have at home (I admit, there exists some really unreal ones that are too kind to be true), but one can't help but wonder (in addition to other concerns such as "Old Age" versus "New Age" religions, and being "reassured") if their behaviour is representative of their faith.
Anyway, since the incident occurred a while back, the details are naturally scanty (since I don't bother to remember past unpleasant events, unlike some). Besides, the people involved (yours truly perhaps guilty as charged too) are so full of contradictions, and blinded by their own faults that they probably already started to judge you even before you can finish your tale.
Contradictions. Being sanctimonious. Your defensiveness seen as resistance to change and "admit to your mistake". Likewise for attempting to bring up and let the other party understand your perspective. Arguments that lead to nowhere... I'd rather spend my brain power to remember something more substantial.
Still, it's funny how the pot called the kettle black. Please refer to Matthew 7: 1-5 for more details.
What's the point of me saying anything? To think I actually gave time to listen to your stories without much bias, and yet you can't even do the same for me.
I'd rather talk to a brick wall next time. At least it doesn't cause me to be aggrieved.
Say nothing also kenna ("bet you tell your friends everything; no wonder your family doesn't even know anything about you!"), say something also tio. Damn hard to please sia. I'd rather shut up, and save my breath for those who care.
In summary,
Speaker: *rants*
Listener (normal, with an ounce of empathy): haiyo...
Listener (don't know what's going on in her head): I don't understand why you are so upset. Why must you do this? *in a tone that implies that it is wrong for you to be unhappy in the first place*
Thank you beloved sister, for your kind understanding or lack thereof. It won't happen again.
|Talk to my hand @ 12:35 am|