It's been a rather long day for me today, which probably explains why I'm so tired and sick of it all. It doesn't help that the weather is so bad today. It's really really hot outside and it's really cold in the office, which is really weird. I walk out to buy some juice and I'm like, wham! into a wave of hot air. I'm serious. The hot wave just whoosh and sticks ALL over you. It was really disgusting. I can really go on about it but I realised that its over anyways. The weather is not going to change just becos I bitched and whined about it.
I was thinking about how one's physical size really matters in his/her thinking. I mean. If you are big and strong, you tend to go through life in a certain frame or set of mind, than someone like me who is puny and short (and fat), who then probably have another set of rules of some kind. I wouldn't know for sure becos I have never been big before; and someone big has never shrunk to a small 5 feet thing before. I was just thinking that there has to have some kind of difference. That's all I'm saying. Actually I dont really care either.
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