I guess it’s one of the bad traits of mine LOL. I have this superiority complex when I am extremely angry and I feel like it is justified.
I can’t recall the last time it happened. Either because the occurrences are rare or I just sweep them in the back of my mind from the shame of acting in such a way.
But if I do get to that level of anger where I feel like my blood’s boiling, I will try to make you feel stupid. Stupider than an animal that doesn’t know from left to right. Because I feel like that’s the biggest insult I can possibly do; to insult someone’s intelligence. After all, I would feel the same, especially insults to someone’s capability. (I’d probably like, ‘Um, who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?’ LOL…)
Unless I love you. In that case, I will excuse myself, and forgive you within 10 seconds and just cool down within a minute lol.
Actually, dismiss this if I’m even fond of you.
This whole thing mostly applies to strangers/people I dislike LOL.
I didn’t know how to tie my shoelaces until seventh grade. My mum always tied it for me, until I took it in that I was pretty much the only one that didn’t know how to, so I learned.
I didn’t know how to tie my hair properly until near the end of eighth grade. I remember having to ask my friend to tie it because I honestly didn’t know how to, lol…
I don’t know how to braid my hair properly.
I don’t know how to use a straightener or curler, nor have I ever had experience handling one to actually style hair.
Daddy’s girl? Yup, LOL. I love my mother too, of course, but I feel like I relate more to my father.
We used to spend time in the arcade back in Indonesia every Saturday, hogging the House of the Dead machines and eating A&W and ice cream.
Every time that my mother and sister go to shop, I always go with my dad to games stores, electronics store, the book store, etc. Stores that he likes, as opposed to clothing and make-up stores.
He is always considerate of my feelings, and he’s a very kind and friendly man. :”)
They are also people that I’d be willing to hold burdens for, to ensure their happiness for, and basically people that I love.
No matter the distance, I can never forget them.
Otherwise, I’m most likely not listening, LOL.
I can be very focused when I know what I’m doing, especially in school. Given that I know the material and what to do (Or I have a set of very specific instructions to self-teach with.) then it’s actually quite easy to get me focused.
I finish notes very early, but that’s because I write too fast. I write non-stop until my hand cramps, and even after it hurts, I keep writing until I’m done all of it.
I always finish my assignments in Business an hour early LOL.. Because the teacher gives us two periods usually, but I usually finish it within half a period or near there.
If you give me a mindless task, or a task that needs to be repeated, then you can be almost guaranteed that I’ll do it pretty fast (especially anything that has to do with typing.)
The healthiest would be my grandma from my father’s side. She walks normally, does regular household things such as the laundry, cooking, etc. She even tends to the garden outside and mows the lawn…
The only one that walks with one cane is the grandma from my mother’s side.
Sometimes when I go silent in a conversation, whether it’d be on the phone, or in person, it does not necessarily mean that something is wrong. It’s a little tricky to differentiate between my upset silence, and the pondering silence, and I can understand if you’d mistake the two.
On some levels, you can even interpret my silence as a good thing. Sharing a silence with someone is comfortable to me. The kind of silence where you do not feel pressured to talk, because sometimes, there would be no need for spoken words. In a way, in certain cases, this silence means, “I understand.”
This is why for me, I wouldn’t mind just being on the phone with my significant other (or someone I love) in complete silence. Deep and lost in thought. It seems pointless to do this while on the phone, you might think. But, there is a difference. There is someone else on the other line, both only having to hear the constant buzz of the phone. There is something so calming about this, just knowing that someone is there in the first place. You do not need to make up topics in your head, or worry about the awkwardness of being completely quiet. Simply, just silence.
There are only so few I can share a comfortable silence with.
When we were driving to Buffalo, my parents went over routines and repeated things to make sure that we say the right words, and to make sure that we didn’t annoy the officers.
This is probably one of the reasons why I find it so hard to oppose teachers. I actually get so baffled when someone can be rude or very disrespectful to them. Disobeying them would be quite difficult for me (unless they were really irrational with what they want me to do.) and swearing doesn’t even come to mind.
I was told and raised to respect authority. Respect the people who are in a higher position. Do nothing to annoy them, even the slightest.