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Sara by Matenrou Opera

I don't like problems. No matter what people say about challenges being character building and whatnot, I really really dislike problems. Some might feel that this is an obvious fact, (Who in their right minds would like problems?) but the truth is that there are people who DO like problems. Oh sure, these people SAY that they dislike problems, but according to my astute observational skills and with a little bit of low level imagination, I think there are those who revel in problems.

For the record, in case you were daydreaming while reading the previous paragragh, I DO NOT LIKE PROBLEMS. It makes me feel weak. It makes me feel useless. It makes me feel like I'm trapped and helpess to do anything but to go with the flow and pray hard that something decent sprouts out from all the nonsense that I've been hurled. Absolutely detestable.  Nevertheless, for the sake of something called image, I think I've learnt to not show these feelings. I won't give you a sad face when I'm talking about my problems. I will smile and gestulate energetically. I'll laugh at the situation, and reduce the severity of it all. Better yet, I'll let you talk about your problems, and let mine take a back seat even if all you have are trivialities. After all, your problems are far off and distant, or something that I've experienced before. I'll give you a rational answer, wishing that you won't ask "What about you?".

I'm not sure if this is something that seems ironic. Or confusing. I think my recent blogs have been chronicling a constant flux of perspectives. Yes, it is all from me, but I realise thta I have changed the subject, object and tone as I go along. Its as if the different parts of myself that I keep seperated are started to bleed into each other. Its fine on my blog, but in real life, I can safely say that it would be very very troublesome. I should do something about this. While it keeps the bare truth hidden, I'm afraid that I'll be hiding more than I ought to?

In a most peculair state of mind. I think it is rather obvious to anyone who has constantly been in contatc with me or reading my blog. As mentioned, in a state of flux. Give me some time and I'll deal with it. I'll go back to my inane complaints about people and pathetic new experiences that I've gathered. Somedays, I wonder why I feel like writing when the content is so silly. Well, I hope someone out there who reads this will feel happier knowning that the owner of this blog is more ridiculous than them. All in a day's work for a charitable and generous person. Like me.

"Even if I were to disappear from this world, the fact that I have existed will never cease to be..."