The only way to know nothing is to stop asking questions.
It was intended to be a form of humiliation but all the time, while people were staring down at me fixing the shredder, I was thinking of more important issues like "Are the cod fish strips they sell in the marts cut by using shredder machines?" and "How nice my lantern will look if I have discovered the use of shredder when I was in Kindergarden!".
Sometimes, despite knowing many things unintentionally, I am thankful for stupid thoughts that tend to distract me from my concern. Like there was once the icy wind couldn't stop blowing and I totally distracted myself with a thought on how the flying insects are going to fly against the force of the wind, only to find myself covered in cold rash after few hours of pondering. There must be this innate 'bimbotism' in me that helps me out of the worrying the polar side casts on me. I am that extreme.
I believe everything that happened or will happen eventually brings out something positive. Unknown to many, I am actually very optimistic. My optimism sometimes scare me a little , especially so when I
know (think) that nothing can get me down when I don't allow it to happen. It could be because of that that lead me to ultimate misery when my inability to control a situation resulted in a series of self-reproach on 'how I let things happen' and what 'could have been done'. It further led to the irritation on how people highlighted on the fact that what 'could have been done'. My take is that, if it is over, it is bloody over. What is the point on constantly harping on things that are irreversible when they never fail to keep pointing and laughing at me for my failure in doing what I should have done?
*Bimbotic Flash*[Is the 4 seasons irreversible?]Opinions are the cheapest form of comodity on earth. Look at the trader, then decide whether to take it with a pinch of salt (sword)..
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How do consultants survive then... HUH?
Jacqueline
7:45 AM
