I like being emotionally dependent on others. I can’t figure out if this makes me weaker or stronger. But a lot of people have told me that this would hurt me eventually because nothing lasts forever.
I love being taken care of by others.
I love it when people make me feel or tell me that I am important to them. And sometimes I feel I don’t this to them myself.
I am beginning to realize that I am really bad at designating work to people. Especially the work I care about. I have the constant feeling they'll screw it up or not do it the way I think is right.
This actually makes me a big hypocrite because I like having the freedom to judge how
I want to go about things when I am given a task.
I lose my cool a lot under stress and it does come back and bite me in the face or it just leaves me feeling guilty later.
My patience is a function of my level of attachment to the situation
I hate the way our college authorities function. I hate how they can't even act like they care. And here I thought they were our guardians while we were away from our parents.
There will be another post about that later. First I need to figure out if bashing the authorities on my blog can get me into any sort of trouble.
I saw an image on “Love” saying- "50 years...his name is still hers...” on someone's blog today and it just reminded me of my parents so much. I can go on and on about how much I LOVE what they have for each other. But that is again reserved for another post. I remember having this discussion with mum about wives taking their husband's surnames and how it’s gradually reducing nowadays. She found the whole thing very sad and she said – “even though it comes across as something trivial to people, taking on your husband's name gives you feeling of being connected forever, of belonging... Something like... I don’t know how to put it correctly but when I said "I am Mrs.Prakash" for the first time, I felt like I belonged with your dad..."
Every time I think love is a fucked up concept, I just think of my parents and it changes :)
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