My original intention was to publish this post as "Save Me", but I don't want to frighten anyone into thinking that I am up to something terrible when I'm merely frustrated.
In my life, there are only so many things I can handle without exploding into pieces. This matter, however, isn't one of them.
Being sent around town running errands that are not even mine in a sticky, sweaty and soiled state doesn't go down well with me, but to learn that the other party doesn't bother to at least apologize for the inconvenience stinks. She obviously doesn't know how much inconvenience she has put me through to smoothly execute that one little thing.
The calming effect is that she appreciates it.
Not like someone else.
Nope, I don't intend to tell her either because it won't make any difference.
So, why waste my breath when I should accrue the burning flame and flare at worthwhile matters like the quirky, inconsiderable folks who love to breathe down my neck instead? I'm unwillingly swallowing everything with a pinch as I'm not one who likes to carp and be an antagonist - but I can be heard muttering yells under my breath, if you're unlucky.
Oh, and that stare.
I know, I need to learn to keep my emotions in check for my own good health (or I'll be another number to an already high statistics of people suffering from high blood pressure and stress), which is hard when it is being constantly thrown upside-down by the pressures of life and humans.
A flight out to East Malaysia suddenly seems tempting enough. So does HK and Singapore. Oh, and maybe even New South Wales. However, inasmuch as I desperately want a break and some time out of here, Mama Carrie will not let me off just yet and I still have matters to attend to before I can leave in ease.
And until that happens, I shall be comforted by the rare trips out of town and the occasional outings with friends. Speaking of which, a friend is looking forward to a session of yam cha with me.