Monday, September 18, 2006

Silence is a power language

Yesterday was I was mad about someone. Not is a ferious way, but enough to keep me away from concentrating on the things I need to do. The person I mad at probably didn't know it, for I didn't say anything particular. In fact, that's what I do when I am mad that someone: I avoid talking to that person, no even an eye contact.

Now that I looked back (and man it was just 12 hours ago), it was pretty childish. I mean, such that person was pretty self-centered, constant saying unconsiderate things, and was already unpopular among the others anyway. But still, I was not happy about the fact that I didn't embrace the person the way how the Lord embrace other unplesant person.

And that reminded me something about last night. I was always find it irritating that with all the politeness I shown, like saying "hi", "morning" whenever I can, the *** always gives me silence treatment whenever she felt like it. Granted, she did the same to the others anyway, and she's not particularly a happy person from my observation, based on a lot of things that I found too personal to write them down here. And then, there's certain things called minimum politeness, and she didn't have it most of the time. She seemed hope that the world can evolve around her, and have things her way. And that others should adjust their lifes so that she can feel more comfortable. And the fact the she likes to slam the door of her room without saying a thing is just irrating.

Last night she shutted the door when I walked in my room. Since she shutted to door, I decided to open the door to let some fresh air flow. But while I was watching "Bill Mahar in Real Time" on my PC, I found that someone closed my door. Seems like it's her.

Well, maybe I should be thankful that she didn't slamed my door.


I know deep inside I am still mad at her. But then in most case I'll still try to be polite, make eye contact to her and say "Hello" and "Morning". But when she just laid on the couch without responding, that really ticks me.

How did Jesus find the power to love all we jackass?

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