Sunday, February 1, 2009

I'm not your personal wailing wall

...nor a garbage can.

These are the exact words I want to say to a person who extremely irritates me.

Only, I don't have the guts to tell that to her. (I'm such a chicken)

I feel so bad

But I am not a bad person to hurt her feelings further.

Not yet...

Although I am so tempted to refer her to a psychiatrist.

Or to a fortune teller who can contradict her endless negative future assumptions

or to a Anesthesiologist who can give her something legal that will make her SHUT UP instantly.

She rarely speaks of anything good.

Her words are like dark clouds to anyone listening.


Patience...

Patience...

Patience...


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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You have long patience. Good luck!

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