The Special

Sometimes you feel you are special. Really can't tell where it is from for this strange idea. But it is there which may come to your brain always. Today I would like to write down any reason you could feel you are special or not.

Actually it is really take the time to accept you are normal.  You may know it is me, not you actually. Supposed you get it. Anyway, it is fine.

Tell me why you think you are special. It is the fact that you are too plain to be found in the crowd.

You get up in the morning as other people do.

You wash your face and make up as other women do.

You cook for the family as other people do.

You are doing the housework and also complain as other people do.

Then you go to the office for the money as other people do. Even you do worse than other people who have a clear planning for the day or the week, or even months and years.

You are seated in front of the computer and handle items required in the email which are sent from the other side of the sea. Perhaps you never meet with him or her, only the cold words in the email which make you both contacted. Smooth or not, understand or not, satisfied or not, happy or not, it is gone for a day. Then it comes another day.

Tell me why you think you are special. Anything you do which can't be done by others? It is so funny of you. Zero.

Tell me why you think you are special. Even, you may ignore that you are really like the people who you hate. You are ungenerous. You can't endure any behaviour you don't like. You are selfish, only thinking what you need. You are bad-tempered. You even shouted at your daughter. Oh, my god, it sounds like an unlovely passerby.

So know yourself well and do the detailed items one by one, step by step. Stop only dreaming but doing things like an expert. Imitating and imitating and imitating, and you will master what you are imitating.

It is only the beginning. I will keep writing.

真是奇葩了

2017年5月12日 22:22