Journal: Expectations.
-------------------------------------------Mood: Sigh...
These days, I know that however good I am feeling, it will only take the slightest push to make me break. Misery is stalking me. Like today, I was so happy during the parent teacher interviews (in my own world...lala land you know?) and then suddenly when my parents finish talking we get into this tense atmosphere and (no surprise) and argument ensues. I would love to say that the reason I'm upset is that they were nagging me (as parents tend to do) without acknowledging my goood point. But that wouldn't be true. I was unsatisfied with it. It's like those funny things when you don't know that you are even worried about something until you finally unexpectedly break. How annoying is that? So I concluded that I have high expectations from self and I'm stressed but somehow I trust myself that I will get there. I hope anyway.
My therapy: Optimism.
Like when today, when I left for school in the bus, I had a really comfortable conversation with the driver. After talking about my career choice (about which I remained elusive) he exclaimed that I would make a wonderful Doctor! I was really happy. So now whenever I think I can't make it, I will think about that wonderful man. Old people in general are wonderful. When they are not cranky that is.
I will stubbornly believe that This was a message from someone who loves me (GOD?) not to give up hope and that I'm almost there.
Thanks Dude!!
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and I took photos of Frenchie eating at Sizzlers because he tends to spill food on himself if you do that :D
