If there's any reason I would have wanted to be a guy - it will be for only one reason:
Rumour is, I am petty and they aren't.
Having said that, I must add a disclaimer that the rest of the post will be about me...no guy, and definitely no other girl...
I realize that there are some things we subconsciously do, which will define us in some ways - but we'd never be able to regurgitate it when we are asked to describe ourselves.
I always have a problem with games like..."tell us what's so interesting about yourself?" Never mind the part where you get to blow your own trumpet...I just simply don't know how to define myself.
I may think I do my best - for others and myself....
Kill yourself if you don't apologize (even if you were partly right or entirely right). Even when you wished you didn't have to make the first move. Keep your cool. Consider others. Seize opportunities to care....even if it hurts, even if it means going out of your way, even when it requires more of you...
Be straightforward - but you don't have to tell everything. Some things we just have to live with. I always secretly smile to myself (not a secret anymore) when people describe themselves to be straightforward. All of us can afford to be straightforward; it's a choice. But then, not everything needs to be addressed (at least that's what I think). Some things, we just tolerate...and nevermind if people will never know...
Be diligent - but never overestimate yourself. Great is your misery if you do....
Be happy but don't expect everyone to share it with you...well, not wholly.
Be kind...and don't get upset when its forgotten...
Do everything else under the sun....and still remember that the bruises will be more than the hugs and kisses...
At the end of the day, I only can say:
The toughest lesson I've learnt about humility is accepting that your good intentions can be misinterpreted. I don't want to be wrong about myself or my intentions (I thought I was my best judge, after God).
It'll break my heart that I will never be able to express this part of myself well enough without being offensive. I think I can be cool with being wrong. Maybe I just don't know how to accept 'fault' when there were no ill intentions (or its equivalent) to begin with.
And then I wish that people won't forget....Don't pick on the minute details; and accept the whole 'package'...
That's pride. I know. Or maybe too much to ask...
Then again, I would never claim to be entirely right in all of these....it's a cycle we're all bound to endure. Time and again....
Rumour is, I am petty and they aren't.
Having said that, I must add a disclaimer that the rest of the post will be about me...no guy, and definitely no other girl...
I realize that there are some things we subconsciously do, which will define us in some ways - but we'd never be able to regurgitate it when we are asked to describe ourselves.
I always have a problem with games like..."tell us what's so interesting about yourself?" Never mind the part where you get to blow your own trumpet...I just simply don't know how to define myself.
I may think I do my best - for others and myself....
Kill yourself if you don't apologize (even if you were partly right or entirely right). Even when you wished you didn't have to make the first move. Keep your cool. Consider others. Seize opportunities to care....even if it hurts, even if it means going out of your way, even when it requires more of you...
Be straightforward - but you don't have to tell everything. Some things we just have to live with. I always secretly smile to myself (not a secret anymore) when people describe themselves to be straightforward. All of us can afford to be straightforward; it's a choice. But then, not everything needs to be addressed (at least that's what I think). Some things, we just tolerate...and nevermind if people will never know...
Be diligent - but never overestimate yourself. Great is your misery if you do....
Be happy but don't expect everyone to share it with you...well, not wholly.
Be kind...and don't get upset when its forgotten...
Do everything else under the sun....and still remember that the bruises will be more than the hugs and kisses...
At the end of the day, I only can say:
The toughest lesson I've learnt about humility is accepting that your good intentions can be misinterpreted. I don't want to be wrong about myself or my intentions (I thought I was my best judge, after God).
It'll break my heart that I will never be able to express this part of myself well enough without being offensive. I think I can be cool with being wrong. Maybe I just don't know how to accept 'fault' when there were no ill intentions (or its equivalent) to begin with.
And then I wish that people won't forget....Don't pick on the minute details; and accept the whole 'package'...
That's pride. I know. Or maybe too much to ask...
Then again, I would never claim to be entirely right in all of these....it's a cycle we're all bound to endure. Time and again....
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