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Sunday, January 27, 2008
As always, inspiration strikes when I least expect it.
While standing in front of the toilet mirror,I suddenly thought about a person I have known a long time.
And I wonder, how does it feel to be in his shoes.
How is it like, knowing that people do not like me, and are showing it.
When they hear that I will be present, they go “Oh Shit”.
My approach is greeted by fake smiles, by fake hospitality.
Them obviously uncomfortable whenever I try to get a conversation going.
And giving lame excuses to beat a hasty retreat from accidentally responding to my attempt at conversation.
I wonder how is it like.
To be unloved.
I have known love and acceptance ever since I was born.
Being rejected, being ignored, being unloved by all around, is my greatest fear.
The very thought would draw tears to my eyes.
Thus I wonder, how do those many many poor souls out there, like this person I know, manage to survive under such hostility and outright rejection from those around.
And I began to reflect, on how blessed I have been, and am ashamed of myself.
Of my behavior and my insensitivity towards those I “dislike” and their feelings, of not sparing a thought for how they feel.
Time for reflection and to strive to be a better person.