It's quite insufferable, really.
"You're so mean" and "you're too stubborn" are the gold medal winners.
"No, I am just realistic," "I just have a strong sense of opinion" are usually my gold medal answers.
Sometimes, I reply smugly "You've clearly got the obvious under your thumb, haven't you?"
I am simply making this blog post to clarify that yes, I understand that I have a bit of a feisty character but at the same time, I'm working on it. My lack of trust is inversely proportionate to my shyness, so hold your horses.
I sometimes think that this inconsiderate beast in me is linked with my inability to understand social conventions and interact with people, while maintaining my sanity. Quite surprisingly though, I am extremely empathetic at times but my red light starts blinking when I see danger. Kind of like a lioness but a lioness, unlike me, can maintain steadiness on solid ground without fidgeting, falling then hurting herself. Physically, of course. No metaphorical implication. None at all.
This brings me to my next point. My unbearable frustration with my clumsiness. It is dangerous just to exist when you're as clumsy as I am. I find myself knocking, spilling and breaking things with a simple touch. I advise you, if you ever encounter me on my worst days, keep five miles (radius) away from me and avoid eye contact. That's if you want to stay alive.
My exaggeration is mildly for your own safety and well-being.
I thank God everyday that my physical clumsiness is contradicted with my intelligence. Which I like to believe is genetically inherited because I can't be that lucky.
This brings about this whole "luck" thing. I genuinely don't believe in luck but if such thing exists, I was probably sleeping when it was distributed. I have the luck of a lump of wood.
I sometimes think that this inconsiderate beast in me is linked with my inability to understand social conventions and interact with people, while maintaining my sanity. Quite surprisingly though, I am extremely empathetic at times but my red light starts blinking when I see danger. Kind of like a lioness but a lioness, unlike me, can maintain steadiness on solid ground without fidgeting, falling then hurting herself. Physically, of course. No metaphorical implication. None at all.
This brings me to my next point. My unbearable frustration with my clumsiness. It is dangerous just to exist when you're as clumsy as I am. I find myself knocking, spilling and breaking things with a simple touch. I advise you, if you ever encounter me on my worst days, keep five miles (radius) away from me and avoid eye contact. That's if you want to stay alive.
My exaggeration is mildly for your own safety and well-being.
I thank God everyday that my physical clumsiness is contradicted with my intelligence. Which I like to believe is genetically inherited because I can't be that lucky.
This brings about this whole "luck" thing. I genuinely don't believe in luck but if such thing exists, I was probably sleeping when it was distributed. I have the luck of a lump of wood.
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