Musings

I'm lying on my bed now wide awake. Guess I'm not really tired since I slept for 9 hours yesterday. Here to share some thoughts that were on my mind.

Just now, I was reading the love stories people posted on stomp and I found myself judging them, unwittingly. By how the couples met, by the language, by their actions. I know I shouldn't do that but I can't help it. And I noticed a general theme in their stories: Promises with a big fat P.

Promises. Oh how much I hate them. Long time ago I told myself that I would try to not make promises. Not to anyone, not even to myself ( I do break it sometimes). Because I don't want to promise something then risk breaking it the next moment. Things change, but promises don't. The disappointment I would feel if someone breaks their promise can be made redundant. No promises = no disappointment = not so much unhappiness. I don't need anyone to make promises to me, I can get on fine without them.

I also hate myself for saying things to fuyan people. But it's kind of like a reflex action for me. It's just like if your girlfriend says "I love you", your reply would be something along the line of "I love you too" right? Cus you don't want to disappoint your girlfriend even if you didn't feel the love during that moment. Not that it means you don't love the person. It's just inevitable.

Ohwell time to sleep, CO practice is tmrw!