Now I know where I got my excellent self-consoling/self-delusioning ability from. For nineteen years of my life, every disappointment I met I've managed to remain that it's-ok-not-the-end-of-the-world attitude and made myself believe that life is still as pretty and those disappointments are no big deal.
Perhaps because of my disintegrating brain cells or declining IQ, my younger days were filled with more things to be proud of than my present.
I could excel in almost everything I did. You name it, I did it well (IF I have done it). Look at what I am now. The only thing I'm ever gonna be proud of? Is the way I can still coax myself that the world is not gonna end, given the current circumstances.
Of course, the world is not gonna end. At least not now.
When I lamented about everything I couldn't do (yes, I was whining like a baby), surprisingly my dad dismissed everything with a "it's OK", "it's gonna be OK".
That's it! It was from my dad that I inherited this trait.
I have no idea why I'm bring this up. But I guess part of the reason is because I feel an urgent need to do something to push one of my previous posts down such that it disappears from the face of my blog (you can guess which one, I'm not gonna tell). Of course I could just delete it away, but I'll regard that as an act of cowardice. I mean, since I've once decided to publish it, I shan't be a loser and delete it. It'll be some sort of me going back on my words, and that's so NOT me.
Alright folks, turn up your speakers. You'll notice the song has been changed. (SHUMING CUE: Ah finally!)
And before I retreat to my wonderland, HAPPY BIRTHDAY YONGYI AKA LAOGONG! I shall long for another vanity fair with you, and hope it will materialize in near future!
