Saturday, July 07, 2007 @11:05 PM
I was writing paragraphs for AQ during gp tuition this morning, and at some point, Amos was looking through my work and he said "The tone is so judgemental."
I get irked by people's critical natures, when it's obvious that the underlying reason behind their loud voice is the desire to sound admirably opinionated and feministic or whatever. The funny thing is, when it gets apparent that they're driven by the image they want to portray instead of genuine passion for the subject of discussion, they only sound like idiots to people like me.
What sliced through my heart like a hot blade through melting butter (haha drama) was the realisation that I have a pathetic control over the English Language. And if unchecked, I could turn into another rambling critic with a hyperactive pencil.
I'm glad he stopped and corrected me when he did.
Well apparently an A1 in English and Literature doesn't guarantee an easy time in GP. Especially not if you, like me, kena a screwdriver as your teacher for two consecutive years.
Haha! She's really a screwdriver both literally and figuratively.
Figuratively- She doesn't teach anything. Or maybe she does, in some alien signal that nobody ever understands.
Literally- Screws :D
As we mature in that positive self-awareness, we become less dependent on others to see ourselves. However, as long as we are growing in self-awareness we will always need to be loved, just as we always have the need for physical survival. Over time this need to be loved is overshadowed by the need to be of service to others, just as in an earlier stage the need for physical survival and security takes a back-seat to the need to be loved.
Sometimes we find ourselves wondering how deep the abyss of our hearts are. I guess whether or not we're feeling taken care of by people, we'll always find something from that endless depth to give to others.
Best friend, I miss you.
