What do people do when they get old?
I went to the barber to have my hair cut, since school is starting and my hair is beyond acceptable length. I happened to see the senior citizens there also having their hair cut. One thing that puzzled me is, that their hair is not even long or the type that cause any irritation.
As i sit and wait for my turn, i can hear the old man and the barber talking about a lot of things. They were laughing and smiling and all that stuff. It's kind of comforting to know that, interaction is still strong even in these days. Being "Old" does not mean that you have to sit at home and do nothing, just like "Old people". To that guy i saw yesterday, at least it seemed to me that he is everything but 'old'.
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Had BBQ at MY's house in the evening. Apparently, our seat was taken by another family, who insist that the sheltered seat is free for everyone. MY was pissed big time and started talking 'loudly' in sarcasm. What bugs me is that the other family kept ransacking and looking through our stuff. They already took our seat and they want our food? Some even discard their trash into our plastic bags. Then it started raining, and the lot of us started to curse the family since they are taking our sheltered seat, leaving us to get drenched in wide open.
Then before i left, we had 'that' talk again with MY and WL. You know, 'that' talk when MY said "Give up." and i reply "Nah." I'd admit that at this point i'm already rather tired and wanted to give up, but that'll waste 2-3 years of my feelings. It's fine if i didn't notive about it, but i valued this feelings and they've helped me through some difficult times. Hence, my conclusion is...
...i'll confess one more time.
At this point of time, it doesn't really matter whether what her answer is. Like what i told MY, i'm just doing it for formality's sake. But who knows if i might strike jackpot this time. just for sticking it through for so long? Nobody knows. I'll do it and get over with it...and hope that somewhen in the future, i don't have to regret this decision.
I went to the barber to have my hair cut, since school is starting and my hair is beyond acceptable length. I happened to see the senior citizens there also having their hair cut. One thing that puzzled me is, that their hair is not even long or the type that cause any irritation.
As i sit and wait for my turn, i can hear the old man and the barber talking about a lot of things. They were laughing and smiling and all that stuff. It's kind of comforting to know that, interaction is still strong even in these days. Being "Old" does not mean that you have to sit at home and do nothing, just like "Old people". To that guy i saw yesterday, at least it seemed to me that he is everything but 'old'.
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Had BBQ at MY's house in the evening. Apparently, our seat was taken by another family, who insist that the sheltered seat is free for everyone. MY was pissed big time and started talking 'loudly' in sarcasm. What bugs me is that the other family kept ransacking and looking through our stuff. They already took our seat and they want our food? Some even discard their trash into our plastic bags. Then it started raining, and the lot of us started to curse the family since they are taking our sheltered seat, leaving us to get drenched in wide open.
Then before i left, we had 'that' talk again with MY and WL. You know, 'that' talk when MY said "Give up." and i reply "Nah." I'd admit that at this point i'm already rather tired and wanted to give up, but that'll waste 2-3 years of my feelings. It's fine if i didn't notive about it, but i valued this feelings and they've helped me through some difficult times. Hence, my conclusion is...
...i'll confess one more time.
At this point of time, it doesn't really matter whether what her answer is. Like what i told MY, i'm just doing it for formality's sake. But who knows if i might strike jackpot this time. just for sticking it through for so long? Nobody knows. I'll do it and get over with it...and hope that somewhen in the future, i don't have to regret this decision.
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