save me from me
What has baffled me and will continue to baffle me is why I can't seem to say things the way I mean it.
A plain and simple 'Have a good one, I'll be praying for you' would suffice. But of course, leave it to me to make a mess of everything. It seems to be a common occurrence amongst women; speaking plainly seems to completely elude us in certain situations. I do try to adhere to an 'honesty is the best policy' general rule and keep to it quite religiously.
And yet when the time calls for it, when it is the most important to speak calmly and plainly, I lose it. Completely. Isn't it ironic?
Which brings me to yet another baffling point: how does it manage to shuffle between the extremities of being angry and feeling contented that quickly? It's physically impossible, and yet I defy all logical senses.
I don't think my tiny brain will ever figure myself out. All I can do is guard myself from myself. And in the midst of all these baffling thoughts, enjoy some sad looking Mao-chan, cause that's an expression I'm wearing now. (Just not as pretty.)