Sensible heat.
My friend called me up earlier this evening asking me how she should answer essay questions for tomorrow's exam on Singapore Government and Politics. And I felt really happy that she gave me an actual call (rather than Facebook or something like that) because I'm always scared that people find me too unapproachable. Especially my friends in Pharmacy. Because, you know, I haven't always been nice to them. I really, really hope I get closer to my class by the time I graduate/finish pre-reg training (preceptorship, I felt, was a huge step in the right direction) because most of them are very nice people, really, and those are friendships that are simple and carefree and not complicated at all.
It occurred to me this morning that one of the worst things about having a clear sense of right and wrong (and if you know what's right, you can't possibly do something that's wrong and live with yourself) is that you feel mightily offended by the universe when someone does something wrong and they don't take any responsibility for it. It's like a horrible, annoying itch that sits at the base of your brain. And I think I'm beginning to realise why things like closure and catharsis are important. Obviously I'm aware that the world isn't fair or just. But it doesn't mean that you shouldn't be able to do anything about it.
TL;DR. I hate myself because I just can't forget about him. God, I should just read a Twilight novel now, shall I.
It occurred to me this morning that one of the worst things about having a clear sense of right and wrong (and if you know what's right, you can't possibly do something that's wrong and live with yourself) is that you feel mightily offended by the universe when someone does something wrong and they don't take any responsibility for it. It's like a horrible, annoying itch that sits at the base of your brain. And I think I'm beginning to realise why things like closure and catharsis are important. Obviously I'm aware that the world isn't fair or just. But it doesn't mean that you shouldn't be able to do anything about it.
TL;DR. I hate myself because I just can't forget about him. God, I should just read a Twilight novel now, shall I.