Sunday, September 09, 2007

Look, just because I keep quiet about certain things does not mean that I'm oblivious to them. It means that I just chose not to say anything or respond to them. Unless of course, I really didn't notice them. In which case that's a different thing. But I'm so sick of people who thinks that they know what's going on in my life, when in fact, they don't have a single, freaking clue. There are just so many "helpful" pointers that I could take before I explode. My level of gratitude and appreciation is inversely proportional to the number of such pointers that I'd received. Not to mention tolerance as well. I don't mind them, really, but just don't snow me under them.

I notice things, you know. I may be blur at times, easily confused, and will usually go along with wherever the tide of life takes me, but that does not mean that I can't make my own decisions or speak my own mind or anything else that makes people think I'm a pushover. Even Mother Theresa had limits. And I'm nowhere near as saint-like as her. And did i mention that I do notice things happening around me sometimes?

I'm wearily tired, ravishingly hungry, sluggishly sleepy and absolutely cranky. The next "helpful" person can just go fly a kite.

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