How some things, at that moment, may make you seem like the unluckiest person in the world. When you look back few hours later, few days later or maybe few years later, how minor or even childish it all seemed to you.
How tears may be flowing down your cheeks while you vow never to fall for the same lies again. Like walking out of a house and hearing the heavy wooden door shut with a click behind you but find yourself walking through the very same door few days later.
How the emotions tend to get to you at the weirdest times just because of one tiny little prick. How every little comment which you normally could brush off as a joke seem like a stab into your heart during that particular time of the month.
How some things annoy you but you know it’s not anybody’s fault but your own. How you snap at them in the spur of the moment and regret right after the words came out from your mouth but you can never take them back again.
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On a much lighter note, I think chinese in general can handle pressure very well as they have been trained since they were just a little kid.
How you ask?
Have you ever been into a restaurant where all the tables are filled, waiters are rushing from tables to tables noise buzzing everywhere and you’re trying to get a table for your family. What do you normally do?
You stand behind an unsuspecting family, waiting for them to finish their meal. Glancing at their plates ever so slightly once in awhile trying to figure out how much longer they would take. Pressuring much? =)
So, you’re just with a friend. The two of you sees an empty table, you grab the chair. As you are making yourself comfortable, the waiter sits another couple at your table. So you get one half of the table and they get the other half of the table. Pressuring much?
Okay, I don’t think I am making sense anymore so I shall just end this post. =)
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