I'm beginning to really hate the fact that people in my generation, in my country, can't seem to say two simple words. Really, these words are not hard to say, and are in fact one of the first words we learn to say. Those words are called PLEASE and THANK YOU. My day has been frustrating because two of my friends can't seem to remember how to say these words even though I have routinely helped them out with this or that.
Technically, those are three words, not two.
By the way, my day also sucked. Drove up the north of my country to attend my uncle's funeral. I really liked him. Every time I looked at his pale face or my aunt's teary eyes, I just walked out of there and rubbed my own so as to not be seen crying. I can't face anyone crying with grief without also tearing up so, when it's in my family, I just couldn't stand being there, looking at his open casket. The last time I felt like this was when my grandfather died, except that I just let myself cry uncontrollably back then. I really liked him, too. My grandpa sailed literally all around the world in the school-ship Sagres and I spent my childhood adoring him and the aforementioned Uncle. I spent the whole day remembering how cool my Uncle was and how he never was unkind or unjust. He was an incredibly sweet person that died in a lot of pain.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts, rama-olendris. I know how frustrating it can be to feel like people just don't care or don't understand. Kids these days, and even adults, just don't know how to appreciate the kindness of people while it lasts, right? Don't mind them. When you run out of kindness and are gone, they'll truly be reminded that you are a part of their lives, that you have emotions and that you mean something to them. For now, let them just stew on their own selfishness.
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