Hey Claisavard! You know, about yesterday's topic? Yeah, right before I went to sleep, I actually cleared my mind and I related this silly incident with so many more other incidents. Perhaps I'll just clear my mind a little further. Typing/saying things out seems to clear my mind so much more. *mumbles "and bringing me back to the path of sanity"*

Situation 1:

Your husband comes home at night, at the perfect time for dinner. You call out to him, asking him whether he wants to eat and he declines because he has work to complete. You smiled and nodded in understanding, hoping that it'll just be for the day. Tomorrow, the same incident happens. You nodded, to yourself, in understanding. For a few days, it has been the same. You dare not disturb him out of respect and privacy. Then one day, he came home and started being all lovey-dovey with you. You were in an awkward situation because, for a very long time, he's been busy with his work. You did your utmost best and enjoyed the time spent with him. After that day, it was him and his work. You started thinking, "Is it just me or do I feel like as if his work is more important and he can live independently?"

You start asking yourself, never sure of your answer. But still, he had no idea that you were left out. One day, you got mad over that silly little question for it has been far too long. It was always him and his little work in his little study room.

My answer: The wife had been very understanding and tried to ignore that nagging little feeling at the corner of the heart. But sooner or later, it'll just burst into full bloom.

Me = wife
You = husband
Work = Your privacy.

I have respected your privacy and freedom for far too long. In fact, if you said a wall was suddenly built before you, think about MY wall that YOU built over a VERY long time. I bet you were too ignorant or too proud to consider MY part. Yes, you can pause your work. First time, it can be coincidental but, like you said, the second time will never be returned and will never be coincidental and the silly little situation was just like that.

Situation 2:

You were sitting around in a small little cafe, waiting for your date to appear. Suddenly, she pops out behind you and you both went out. Everytime, there was a mini interruption. Your phone cell started ringing or your friend suddenly said hi to you and you went over to them to exchange a minor greeting. It kept happening. Your date wonders whether the time is spent with her or with your incessant ringtone. Yet the date went roughly fine. For over the next few days, it has been always like that. Your date totally wonders if she was SUPPOSED to be around or not. Your date starts to think that going our with her friend/s is much more better than this.

My answer: Sooner or later, your date will decline you and say that she has plans for the evening or for the day. It may be coincidental but a little is a little bit too much.

Me = Your date
You = Protagonist
Phonecalls + friends = your privacy.

In the end, I'll find your privacy a little much too irritating. There's time for your privacy, hence called privacy. There's time to eat, there's time to work, there's time to play and there's time to spend with your family/friends/date. I totally wonder if this was knocked into your head. Yes, maybe if such a situation occurred, you would say "Sorry man, I'm in a middle of my date," to some unimportant calls. If the call was important, such as your relative passed away, that would have been understandable. I don't understand why you can't differentiate, still. It MAY have occurred that way but that'd be side-tracking, wouldn't it? It wouldn't be connected to the silly little situation.

Situation 3:

You are watching a movie, one you've been looking forward to, even booked a sit for yourself on the first day. You went in and settled comfortably on your sit. The movie began. In the midst of the movie, someone called your mobile. Although it was set to silent mode, the phone vibrated and the light of the phone was flashing. The people seated next to you glowered at you. For a few times, it kept repeating. The movie had no way of pausing.

My answer: You'd be irritated at the silly phone calls. You had no peace during the whole movie. You missed out some climaxes and some critical points of the movie, and possibly, the ending. You're frustrated.

Me = Your phonecalls
You = Protagonist
Movie = Your privacy

That was pretty rude, don't you think? I am the pest. The phone call pest. Irritating, no? Too rude, in fact, until people had to glare at you. Think of it this way. The movie had no pauses while your show had pauses but your game? Yes, it may be a little too unrelated but what if you were in that situation? I don't know what your answer will be because, I, for one, do not know you. Yes, I do not know you well. Not even a "very". These situations, I related them very closely to the "silly-little-situation". Let's call it SLS.

My excuse for the SLS is time. Your excuse? Your privacy. Which reason is more silly than the other? Time or privacy? Both are closely related but privacy will always be given to you, will always be chanced to you. Time? They just flow too ever freely, never wanting to stop. Is my excuse pathetic? Or is yours pathetic? I beseech you to think twice. Yes, this SLS may be a long ago situation. Why I want to say this now is so that you can caution yourself. One more thing, you can't buy time. It'll just run over you.

Yes, there are different girls. Some likes to be free, some likes to be dragged around. Some likes it simple, some likes it difficult. Some are very understanding, some are NOT very understanding. Some are patient, some are not. Which one am I? You judge that for yourself, for who I am. I don't judge myself because that would be denying my real self. If you say I change, then kindly point out my bad and good side. But if you even know me at all or as stated in the previous entry, I don't give a second opinion on my character. I have my own, you have yours, everyone has their own. No one is perfect. But we try to improve to the best of our ability. Some takes a short time, some takes a very long time. Why do you think some marriages last long and some don't?

Do not god-damned think highly of yourself. I'll say this. Your friends do not think of your bad side because they do not want to lose your friendship. Those are good friends. Best friends or your enemies would tell you who you really are or even tell you why they hate you.

"You're a snob. Try changing yourself. I'll help you out."

Probably your enemy will exclude I'll-help-you-out part. That's my word. Snob. Hardly anyone use that word now but I'll revive it. That word is too useful to be trashed away. It may be useless now, this post. I sincerely hope you'd be MORE sensitive than how this astrology book says. Lemme quote from it, about sensitivity.

Leo: A proud, majestic lion.

Proud and yet surprisingly sensitive, you can be easily hurt.

Sensitive to yourself? Let me have a good time laughing at that. We are all sensitive to ourselves. Some take it easy, some take it hard. Ever tried being sensitive to others? Learn that. I'm being rude and cold here so that you can also see your own errors. I'm here, sitting down, recalling my own silly little errors. I admit, I've always been a snob. I love pointing out my bad points because that is who I am. I have lots of bad points. I won't deny it.

I came close to murdering someone before, with a knife. I was too angry. Probably the forces of evil heard my anger and gave me the bad vibes, giving me murderous thoughts. I had to calm myself down. Phew, it took days though. I was pretty young, about 6-7 year old. Don't recall. Dad pretty much pissed me off and I was too angry for my own sake. Went to the kitchen at night and took out a knife. Decided to just stop there because, hey, he IS my dad, afterall. He raised me up. Probably just the thought of holding my knife was good enough. Laugh-out-loud! Be careful, my readers. Piss me off to such a point, I'd be a murdering whore. X_X!

Enough talk. This is one long rant, Claisy. Hahaha! Everytime, it's always like this. If something happens, I'll be mad and my madness actually bring me to the point of sanity. If I'm not mad, just see how insane I am. I can joke around and be a pest. a playful one, do not fret. If I'm angry or pissed off, I will analyze the situation and think very clearly. As such, Claisavard always become my victim. Haha, gomenasai!

Phew. Probably at night, I'll report about FlyFF. Hehe! Ja!