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I watched it begin again.
I was thinking while I was showering (yes, a lot of things run through my head when I shower even though I'm singing..) of what I should blog about. I mean it has been some time since i actually blog an actual post. So then I started thinking of my little ones at childcare... Suddenly I think they reflect myself. In some manner. I'm suppose to take care of the K1s and being a 5-year-old means that that LOVE to complain. Of please don't tell me that you've never done that before. As a 5 year old, you start to say "eh, i be your best friend okay!" or things like "horhorr.. I don't friend you anymore!" Stuff like that, you get what I mean. And suddenly it dawned on me that what people think of them really matters to them. I mean my little ones. If their classmates say that they are ugly, they would come crying to the teacher nearby. I saw myself in them. Right when they feel so sensitive to everything that their friends say. They are just like me, expressing all their feelings out. Because the point here is, I DO mind what people say about me. Especially about looks. Some people might think "well, you're just being some sensitive b!tch" but that is the truth. It DOES matter to me. It's kind of like a girl thing, or generalizing, humans. Everyone really care about what others think about them, well except those who totally give up on themselves. But it does matter, at some point of time. Come to think of it, I DO behave like my 5 year old. When someone say bad stuff about me, sometimes I take it in. Nope, i don't cry like them. But I would tell another person about what bad things the someone told me. If I were to not care about what the others think of me and express out all my feelings, I would be acting EXACTLY like my K1s. Except the friendship part, I don't end a friendship so easily and I won't tell people to be my best friend. HAHA! All I am trying to say that the things people say does matter to me. So like all the logic in the world, if you have nothing nice to say, then don't say. |