I met two very terrible people in two days. I must be down on my luck. Today I worked till 11 plus, and I called a cab. I forgot the receipt after I got out of the cab but when I remembered, the cab uncle was still there. But he accelerated when he saw me going after him. Is it a natural reflex to run when someone is chasing? I don't know.
Yesterday I met a kangaroo auntie in the MRT. I'm quite sure she purposely kicked my legs, twice. Maybe she was jealous I'm prettier. I really don't understand why she can't keep her legs to herself. I feel like pulling her hair or rip her legs out from her waist. But I tell myself I must be cultivated and civilized & differentiate myself from these people. Are people too stressed and going crazy? What's wrong with them?
I just know on a day to day basis I'm a pretty happy person. I just can't stand that someone else is going through a bad day & have to find victims like me for them to vent their frustrations. Like really. Why are there people like that?
On the other hand, I've helped a colleague rush her work today & I'm pretty sure I did it quite well. Up to this point of time I'm not sure if earning money or credibility is harder. I don't really get extra money from helping, but I certainly will seem more reliable a worker. & I'm pretty satisfied with my performance. Though there's always room for improvement. Heh.
Oh well. New day new beginnings. Just don't let me meet another terrible person. This week, I pretty much had enough.
On the other hand, my gym is doing me some favour. I feel lighter and stronger & prettier. & on the other hand, I'm thankful we seem to be picking up well.
You're all that matters at the end of the day. I just hope bad people stay out of my way, & out of this world. There's no place for crazy people in my world. Leave me alone.
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