I am jealous about the new house of my friend, but I like mine one alot. I am afraid I would need to vacate it, if I would continue banging the walls when I am distressed. So I started writing a diary, it gives me lot of pleasure.
I am independent to do all my work but I am messy most of the times. I like being taxonomic but I forget the sequence of washing clothes, withdrawing cash from ATM. I like to be puctual because I know time is precious so I run with the fingers of a clock.
I don't know what is a pain and how people commonly expresses it but one thing which annoys me is when other person is unable to hear and understand my words. I am not yelling but saying it aloud to make them hear. I am trying to make things easier and comfortable for them but unfornately it becomes worse.
That does not mean, I am diseased but I am different......unique and singular because everybody else is the same...;)
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