I was elbow-knocked this morning by a guy when the bus suddenly swerved. I was in pain. I that I was so pissed off by his non-apologetic manner that I just glared at him while rubbing my tortured back while his back faced me.
Very duhz, I know. Absolutely no use at all.
So I was complaining to my colleagues, and so one of them asked, "Why didn't you confront him?"
That slapped me up and I pondered, why did I lack the gut to ask him for a sorry? I'm the victim here, ya?
As I reenact the scene in my head, I realized I was actually worried of showing my anger in front of strangers. So strange, isn't it? We could lash all the emotions on our closest that we see everyday, yet we could hide our tempers on people who won't see a second time. Shouldn't it be the other way round?
Why care about what other strangers are thinking when we don't even spare a thought of what our family and friends are thinking of our actions?
Hmm, I guess that's what we called kinship and friendship, coz there's no barrier and we showed our truest selves, instead of pretending whom we are not in front of strangers.
Like how I shrieked and jumped away from the lizard that my colleague kindly informed me not to step on. Totally lost my cool again. But it showed how much I don't care what they think.
Heh.
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