Living full life? December, 14
This morning started with the sound of stormy wind blowing through my open window. I even thought that a typhoon suddenly strucke our small island while I was sleeping.
Well, the weather wasn't that bad when I shut the window. But unpleasant surprises just kept coming to me one after another.
During my breakfast I tried to make a polite conversation with my elder son, asking him about his student's life. It seems that among three big attributes of full life (war, poverty and love),
he is experiencing only sweet one, and he can't talk about anything else but his precious girlfriend. He started to describe his lover's recent events (which I didn't mind listening to) and I still could put up with the topic.
But what put me out was his way of talking, standing behind me so I had to look at him over my shoulder.
When I politely suggested to him that he should move his position to a less painful position for me (i.e. in front of me sitting at the dining table), he suddenly got mad at me, saying that I don't care about him or his girlfriend, and he just hates to continue our talk.
I stood up, faced him, looked into his eyes, and explained to him that we could sit down together at the table, and that I would love to continue our talk without the risk of choking on my coffee. But he just didn't answer at all, and avoided my eyes. Finally he left the house, slamming the front door.
The last bad surprise for me was to find out that my dog Amelia got sick. She didn't want to eat, and kept shaking and whining as if she was in pain. I spent all morning trying to help her with drinking water and using the toilet and was almost late for my school.
The only good thing which made me feel much better was to have a chance to talk to my dear friend on the phone for a couple of minutes before my school started.
Maybe I am the one who is living full life, having my fights and romance every day.
Living full life? December, 14
This morning started with the sound of stormy wind blowing through my open window. I even thought that a typhoon suddenly strucke our small island while I was sleeping.
Well, the weather wasn't that bad when I shut the window. But unpleasant surprises just kept coming to me one after another.
During my breakfast I tried to make a polite conversation with my elder son, asking him about his student's life. It seems that among three big attributes of full life (war, poverty and love),
he is experiencing only sweet one, and he can't talk about anything else but his precious girlfriend. He started to describe his lover's recent events (which I didn't mind listening to) and I still could put up with the topic.
But what put me out was his way of talking, standing behind me so I had to look at him over my shoulder.
When I politely suggested to him that he should move his position to a less painful position for me (i.e. in front of me sitting at the dining table), he suddenly got mad at me, saying that I don't care about him or his girlfriend, and he just hates to continue our talk.
I stood up, faced him, looked into his eyes, and explained to him that we could sit down together at the table, and that I would love to continue our talk without the risk of choking on my coffee. But he just didn't answer at all, and avoided my eyes. Finally he left the house, slamming the front door.
The last bad surprise for me was to find out that my dog Amelia got sick. She didn't want to eat, and kept shaking and whining as if she was in pain. I spent all morning trying to help her with drinking water and using the toilet and was almost late for my school.
The only good thing which made me feel much better was to have a chance to talk to my dear friend on the phone for a couple of minutes before my school started.
Maybe I am the one who is living full life, having my fights and romance every day.
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