I have always been a bad liar. Somehow the emotions that reside even in the deepest portions of my brain, have a tendency of transforming into facial expressions. In simple words, I cannot pretend!
This trait of mine acts as a boon sometimes because my eyes deliver the message, which would otherwise have been impossible to explain in any recognized language. However,since every good thing comes with a price tag, this particular ‘quality’ of mine has often led me into tricky situations where it became extremely difficult for me to conceal my feelings of annoyance towards a few ‘lucky’ mortals. I try not to blurt out what I think in spite of knowing (and accepting) the fact that I am just not good at it. All my efforts go in vain...
Is it really necessary to let people know what I actually think about them? Is it wrong to make them realise where they went wrong?
But then, who cares what the world thinks about them... Ha! And on this note, the long philosophical ‘talk’ comes to an end.
Sayonara ; )
This trait of mine acts as a boon sometimes because my eyes deliver the message, which would otherwise have been impossible to explain in any recognized language. However,since every good thing comes with a price tag, this particular ‘quality’ of mine has often led me into tricky situations where it became extremely difficult for me to conceal my feelings of annoyance towards a few ‘lucky’ mortals. I try not to blurt out what I think in spite of knowing (and accepting) the fact that I am just not good at it. All my efforts go in vain...
Is it really necessary to let people know what I actually think about them? Is it wrong to make them realise where they went wrong?
But then, who cares what the world thinks about them... Ha! And on this note, the long philosophical ‘talk’ comes to an end.
Sayonara ; )
