Many people have this impression of me.
- laugh too much
- no sense of urgency
- lazy
- smart ass
- easily "happified"
- leading a life that shouldn't be what my age's peers be living
Maybe more, but thats the gist of it.
If thats what you think I am, it is just because you see the option I chose in life, but you do not see the real me. Life is a facade, a wonderful parade of various different masks that you wear for others to see who you are, and what you want them to see in you.
To me, fabrication of "reality" is a constant process. We always fabricate "what ifs" and "this is" situations in our life. When we meet with difficulties in life, we like to blame it on this and that, and starts telling ourselves how unlucky and how unfortunate we are. That's the "this is" part of our life. When we see the outcome of our actions, we ask ourselves "what ifs" we chose this option versus what will happen if we chose an alternative.
Life is simple, you like it, and it works, you do it. What is soooo right or wrong about anything at all? Studies isn't everything, that is definite. But that only holds true if you know your direction in life doesn't require you to study and get a proper certificate. Work and money isn't everything either, that only holds true once you satisfy your basic living needs, then you finally can say money isn't everything.
I just had a lousy morning thats all, I got woken up early in the morning having to deal with very minute problems that was blown big. To tell everyone the truth, I had to live with it every single day in my life. However I do not need to show it in front of you. My problem isn't your problem, and personally, I do not have to let you FEEL it too, nor do I have to make you a victim of my emotions. On the other hand, if I have no confidence in avoiding letting you guys see through my fortifications to my emotions, I wouldn't go out with you at all unless you are someone I trust and love. To those people, I love you endlessly, my family and friends. And with you guys specially, my barricade to hide my emotions are virtually next to none. For that, you are the gems of my life, thank you.
I have a serious side of me, an emotional part of me, an unquenchable fun seeking attitude, and an inextinguishable flame in my heart of accepting people around me, for just who they are. My group of very important long time friends taught me that, and I learn my lesson dearly in the past.
When I was young, I often dread people say "haiz.. kids...." but I do not understand why they could be so vex with me. I mean, come on whats wrong with my attitude? Whats wrong is exactly because I do not see what's wrong with me. I do not see my own faults, I deny their existence, and I want others to view me as a perfect being. However, now I finally realize what they mean. Kids will always be kids, because they do not see the EXTREME sourness, sweetness, bitterness and the spice of life. For that, they will never realize what it means to be a grown up, simply because of experience and the length of time on mother earth.
Not just kids, as in real kids. Even adults tend to behave like kids. I call them the overgrown babies. With the body of an adult, but thinking of a child. The funny part is, the higher your age grows, the more you behave like a child again. Not everyone will do that, but I believe majority would. If you don't, congratulations. Because either you are blissfully living in a life of ignorance, or you are truly mellowed and matured. Maybe it is because they yearn to have their youth again.... fat hope. That hope is more obese then the cats reared by the neighborhood below my block.
Its a freaking long post, maybe because mainly I was woken up early in the morning to deal with shits. I didn't have to write this out to let you guys see too, but I felt it is something people around me can take as a case study to reflect upon themselves. If you still feel you are right, then continue to live in self-denial. Your life, I do not have to witness the end outcome. My life, I do.
Haiz, when people become old they really do become more naggy. I am starting to irritate myself with my uber naggy abilities yet again.
DDOJ nonetheless!
The kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out about something exciting and relate it to the class the next day.
When the time came for the little kids to give their reports, the teacher was calling on them one at a time.
She was reluctant to call upon little Johnny, knowing that he sometimes could be a bit crude. But eventually his turn came.
Little Johnny walked up to the front of the class, and with a piece of chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard, then sat back down. Well the teacher couldn't figure out what Johnnie had in mind for his report on something exciting, so she asked him just what that was.
"It's a period," reported Johnny. "Well I can see that," she said. "But what is so exciting about a period."
"Damned if I know," said Johnnie, "but this morning my sister said she missed one. Then Daddy had a heart attack, Mummy fainted and the man next door shot himself."
Ohaiyo gozaimasu!!
