Doors
I’ve always believed the saying that "when a door closes…two more will open". But what if nothing happened? No door opened. Even slightly. Then that’s what I call knee-deep in poop. ^__^
I’m not really the sociable type. I can’t say the smoothest pickup lines. I can’t crack the funniest joke in a group. I even can’t a start a conversation easily. I’m really myself to only a selected few of my friends and mostly only to my family. I can’t thread the lines of friendship as easily as other people do that have 400-500 friends on friendster.
That’s why I value the selected connections I have. I prioritize them and make time available for them even on my busiest schedule. And that’s also my downfall. When a connection with me is severed, it has that adverse effect on me. Like a limb that has been cut forcefully. I’m not really emotional so most people can’t read what’s on my mind. Even my closest friend can’t tell even when I’m hurting inside unless I opt to tell.
Hmm…I’m saying too much. Maybe I’m just tired. Gotta rest…early day tomorrow. 3 days to catch up. Nytynyt. ^__^
