It's Sunday afternoon and it's snowing.
I have stupid work to do just so I can earn a few extra bucks.
(which was a good excuse for not helping my aunt and mom prepare the lunar new year's holiday food)
I spent the whole day inside.
I didn't go to church (again), and mom stormed out after nagging me about it (again).
I would like some ice cream, but I don't feel like getting out. (so I sent my brother, what would I do without him!)
I read an article this guy wrote, about how we should remember those more in need than ourselves, and to at least feel guilty about maintaining a wasteful, overly luxurious lifestyle at the cost of others' suffering.
I marvel at his gift in writing -- maybe he really should be a journalist.
I want to leave a comment, but fall short of words.
I have a headache, a stuffy nose, and a slightly sore throat.
I know getting out for some fresh air (and some light exercise) would do me good,
but I'm just to lazy to put on socks and a coat.
I don't want to go to the stupid lunar new year rituals tomorrow -- they are boring, and don't really serve their purpose of honoring our ancestors and bringing the family together.
For most of the time, we just sit and stare at the TV for hours. Then we move to our grandmother's house and do the same thing. And then we come home, exhausted.
What kind of a holiday is this?
Must our mothers toil away year after year just to prepare greasy food for those stupid get-together-and-do-nothings?
And yet I refuse to help my mom.
I worry about having to make lunch appointments for the coming 10 months.
(Who the heck started this weird tradition, huh?!)
What will happen when vacation ends and all my friends go back to school?
Would I have made some friends in the office by then?
Would I be important enough for them to prioritize having lunch with me?
If only mom didn't nag me, I might be at church right now. (Hah!)
I should get back to work.
Maybe I'll feel better when I feel like I'm making at least some meager contribution to this world and not just leeching off of it.
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