I guess there is something more than a bit wrong with me when I reach the point I cant taste anything. Salty, sweet, good, bad, to the point when I start to get sick and throwing up what I ate, yet I want to eat. I won't say I'm anorexic, but it's more like me wanting to get some kinda satisfaction and keep on eating even if I'm full.
Food for me means too much, I love eating, and it's annoying when I'm not satisfied with what I eat. So I end up trying to eat anything and everything to see if I can get that satisfaction. But the truth is, nothing will give me that satisfaction.
But the one that I run to the most it this.
Yes, CAKES.
Whether it's good or bad, I just eat it. Now in case you're wondering, no, I didn't eat them all at one go. But I was preparing myself to be an absolute snob tomorrow and lock myself in so it's more the 2 days supply.
For the past 5 days, I had a visitor crashing on my floor, and it was possibly the worst visitor I had in my whole life. It's been a long time since I shared my room with someone else, but then sharing it with someone that can't entertain themselves for even 5 min or will stare and watch you do anything and everything and not wanting to do anything in particular is rather a torture. And what did I want?
MOMENT OF PEACE.
All I wanted over this week was to be an absolute snob and not do anything, and he just got in the way.
On top, he've changed so much since 2 years a go when I actually did know him to the point I'm too embarrassed to introduce him as my friend to other people.
Now living in Asia is not easy for Japanese. No matter where you go, you know there will be people who do not even want to hear the word Japanese, and I understand it. But I don't understand the mentality of a guy who wants to go to all the war monuments and museum which will always display the story of how vicious and cruel Japanese was when they invaded the country, and honour the bravery of the men who fought against them and battled til their last breath. I'm not in denial about the history, it did happen and I know it was my people who did it. But then what can I do? I can say I'm sorry but to whom? History definitely needs to be taught so the same story won't be repeated again. But everyone at the time of war thinks they are doing the right thing for their country. It is not the soliders or the civilians who should take the blame, it is the power of the people above who decides to start the war that should die. But they are always the one that survives at the end. They brainwash the people below that the "enemy is evil, and should not survive". It is only the people that decides who is right and who is not.
I hate the war, I'm more than slightly anti about military used for any other purpose than for rescue. But then again, who decides what is right and what is not? even if the soldiers are sent to "protect" or "help" the coup in another country for instance, why is the person who is being attacked is the "good" person and people involved in coup is the "bad" person. It is the matter of "majority rules" in this world.
Just like the battle that I'm currently in.
Anyway, the point is having a person messing with my mind while I have enough on mind was just the biggest pain in my life. I now have 4 days left. I know I will be writing a resignation letter and I need to chill. I hope the next few days is going to be full of nothing.....
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