Here I am, once again at the crossroads. Neither crossing nor standing still. Maybe that is why roundabouts were invented. It’s just like the roundabouts. Whichever exit, none seemed to be where I should go. I just turn round and round and round. I decided for the first exit and ta da, a dead end. At the second exit, road under construction. At the third exit, making a u turn. Fourth exit, should I go? There is no map for life. I just kept going and going, loading. Meaning of life? Nope. Met tonnes of dead bodies and thieves. As you grew older, the more you will see. Anyway, if I don’t exit, I will run out of fuel too. If I stand still, people gonna bump into me. Maybe I should find a petrol station first so, I can go round forever.
I finished doing my wallet without cutting myself. I got a poke from the needle though but it was alright. Only that one time. The rest I found a way to prevent that. The cutting mat has been very useful and now it’s filled with holes. Today I got my first cut of the year. Fengshui’s problem. I was taking something from the dark corner near the kitchen sink at work. Was opening the carton for umbrella. Someone asked me to take. When I was cashier, I normally took it myself instead of calling someone unless really necessary. I have cut away the tape but the tape side sick to the wall so I pulled it and I couldn’t remember but just felt sharp pain on my left palm. My left hand gave way after the cover flipped open and the knife on the right hand slashed my palm. Sigh, I should have close it before pulling the cover. It failed to open the first time so I slide it out to cut a second time but worry it didn’t open and kept it that way. Should have trust my instinct. I also think ...
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