it's a sin, honey
 "I perceived, of course, the drift of my interlocutor. Jealousy had got hold of him: she stung him; but the sting was salutary: it gave him respite from the gnawing fang of melancholy. I would not, therefore, immediately charm the snake."
- Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
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Kin
Sunday, February 12, 2012 @ 1:14 AM
I’ve heard from her. I’ve heard plenty. Stories about me, which I didn’t, knew. Well, she did half the job of raising me up. I’m really grateful. People have questioned the vast difference between my mother and I. I may look like her. But I don’t think like her. Neither am I similar to my Dad. Yes, we both are unreasonably ‘honest’ beings, but our patience and tolerance is… well, just not the same. My Dad’s a smart introvert. I’ve tried copying his style of thinking, pulling my self back to his laid back pace. In return I got myself some really painful headaches. (I’m a natural paranoid.) Then again, if you try fitting my characteristic into my grandmother, most of the puzzle piece would have been filled. We’re like the replica of irony. We hold self-values, but allow negotiations. We can forgive people, but never forgets. On top of that, she’s a Capricorn. My opposite sign. That’s just Ironyception. My grandma was not an easy a. It took her 25 years to find her husband. Its might not be a big deal now, but back then, people marry around the age of 15-18. Her elder sister is a good example. Her grandson’s already twice my age. My grandma came over last Christmas to take care of my brother. Its like doing the same job she did 9 years ago. Its not like I’m whiny or anything, but really, feeding a toddler is literally hell. First, you have to consider his liking. Then, you have to consider the nutrients offered in plain chicken rice. Also, the budget of the meal is in the way. I’d label my grandma as super woman. She simply shoves all that excessive considerations aside, and ‘just eat whatever I’ve offered’. There was this time when I almost vomited cause I was so full. But I swallowed my food anyway. It was my way of showing respect cause I understand the pain of preparing a meal. After all, I just don’t want her to go. I’m allowing myself to be selfish this time. I don’t want to lose anyone ever again. -I realized I’ve got work to do. Ciao. |
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