Going around, what matter the most seems to be $. I don't deny the fact that I love $ and I'm quite a spender. But I honestly don't feel comfortable people telling me how to spend my own $. With the least expense I'm trying to limit, I'm told to stop spending on waste. Obviously, my taste ain't Anybody Else's. What I spend on might not be what everyone else would spend on. Somehow I need a little understanding that every once in a while I need to make a mistake. And maybe I would love to spend on waste.
I just finished eight shots. Well, I think that's the right number.
Mum is back home and so as my bro. Dad wanted a little drink for our casual meeting, so we opened a bottled of whiskey to celebrate the moment. We talked and talked. Mum and dad went to bed at around 11.30. I continued with my bro. And we finished just a moment ago. How extra ordinary. I'm going to work in another few hours. Yike!
Does it have anything to do with age when we tend to stick to our comfort zone stronger than we used to? I often find it interesting knowing new people, learning new things, being in different places. Now I don't find it exciting. I wish I could just stay home and do little art at my own peace. I find it exhausting trying to catch up with the world. Even listening to a talk is tiring to me. Forming a smile is one tough job already. I doubt what is happening to me.