Sunday, January 15, 2006
Self Irritation
People who know me would know that I am gifted in:
1. Irritating girlfriends who absolutely abhor to be touched by periodically caressing them fondly.
2. Irritating persons of authority into raving frustration by pointedly ignoring what I have been told to do and making periodic scathing, snide comments.
The first I am rather proud of as it provides me with endless entertainment on call.
The later I do hope to stop exercising as what goes around comes around and as someone soon to be a person of authority (Buahaha!), I better hope no young punk gives ME attitude.
But recently, I've come to a realization that the lack of discipline in my life is not only causing great pain and trauma to the poor folks who have to wait for me, but also a source of extreme self-frustration and irritation.
Like now, when I really should be already fast asleep.
Grrrrr.... What is wrong with me?
So now I have an inkling of how the oyster felt when she happily kept yakking, unable to keep her gab shut, thereby allowing that grain of sand to worm its way into her. And as she works on polishing and perfecting that constant irritation, what's top of her mind must be:
Remorse.
I am contrite. =(
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