The boy came over at around 18:00pm and left at around 21:30pm. His presence intrigues my brain but aloof is my concern. I cannot figure out his mind set and his continued denial of living with a foreigner. However, he still acknowledges his OLD family.
But he said something VERY ODD to me:
“Please don’t take this as an offense. Staying indoors all day is self-inflicted violence. You are still young and should be more resourceful. You need more confident and make use of your talents. You have done already enough taking care of your parents. It’s time that you should take care of yourself. If I’d go crazy (or motioning about shoot himself in the head) if I couldn’t do things outside of home.”
What makes people think my bio-units are preventing me from moving on with my life? Did you know that certain agents already know why I still remaining indoors and my true identity is hidden behind my blog entries of mostly nonsense? Did you know I have nowhere else to go but downhill into the grave like everyone else? Did you know I’ve been there and done that?
The boy is possessed. After he left, the three of us couldn’t figure out what he meant. In a few minutes of weariness from fools for the night, only one sentence, a summary of what he said, came to my mind: He has not yet found his inner peace.
Once again the boy is projecting his insecure `observations` about my being a home girl based on his opinions on and probably from the influence of ungrateful spooks and in turn making his worldview more so correct over those outside himself.
His inner demons are nagging. But mine is all to myself — calm and relaxed. He doesn’t realize being introverted is meditative and prayerful, too. He doesn’t realize that parakeets are indoors too and are confined to one spacious room for flying around. What makes the difference if we are out there? We all have to go home and rest, right?
And if he only practices inner peace without distracting himself with outdoor activities and other materialistic blings, then he and his wife alike won’t be blaming the mother for allegedly controlling her daughter. The boy already accused the mother for believing the spin doctors a few days ago.
Listen, fools: Wait until you grow old, disabled and ugly. Do you think your friends will wipe your butt, feed you during your dying days or drive you to your doctor’s appointment? No, you say? So there you go: quit being so damn arrogant and get a real life.
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