My Comfort Zone

Yeah, it definitely describes me because I do worry so much to the point that I make a big fuss out of simple and small things. But with the world that we live in now, I can’t blame myself. News about crimes is on the headlines everyday. And ruthless people are everywhere. They give no mercy to no one. They don’t choose whom they want to assault. You could be poor or rich, young or old. Isn’t that sickening?

Have you seen that 8-year-old boy who was murdered in New York? That really scared the hell out of me. I have an 8-year-old son too and as the police says, what happened to that boy is every parent’s worst nightmare. That was really gruesome.

Classes will start next week and I have to walk my son to the nearby school bus stop again. It will only take us three minutes to walk, but you do know that anything can happen in a second. All I can do is pray and hope for our safety.

I am having my monthly cycle and though it is already the fourth day, still I am not in my best self. I don’t feel like doing anything at all. But glad I did the task before they will all expire. I had to push myself because it will be my lost too if I will not work on it.

I don’t feel like eating too, but just like the tasks, I had to push myself. I don’t want to get sick or something. It is the last thing that I want to happen. But though I don’t feel good, still, I don’t want to stay still and rest my tired mind and body. I’ve been sitting in front of the PC since early morning and I have no plans of vacating the place sooner. I don’t know. Trying to entertain myself perhaps. I guess so.

Nonetheless, I know I will be over this lousy feeling soon. It has to do with the hormones, I believe so.

That was my 8-year-old son’s most favorite word. And I guess it will be my favorite word soon too not unless things will change. Like I will be able to get out more often and drive on my own. As much as I want to now, I simply can’t. The husband works from Monday to Friday so the weekend is the only time that my son and I can go out and see the world. We still rely on the husband now because he’s our driver. And even though I already know how to drive, I still can’t because I still don’t have the proper documents to do it.

So, boorrriiing… Teehee!

The weather has been really great lately. I’ve been looking forward to this kind of weather, but you know what, sometimes I don’t like it when it is too hot too. It makes me tired easily even if I am not doing anything that requires hard work.

It was a little hot when we traveled to a nearby town today, about 30 minute drive from home. The car’s AC was running, but I can still feel the heat of the sun coming through the window. And when we got home, I felt tired when in fact I didn’t even drive. Oh well, what a lousy energy I’ve got. My husband really defeats me in that aspect.

If there is one thing that I dislike the most in regard to a person’s characteristic, it would be being a hypocrite. Sometimes I think why it seem so hard for people to be true to themselves. Why do they have to pretend a lot… Pretend like they like you when they’re not. Pretend like they’re happy when they’re not. Pretend like they’re rich when they’re not. And so on. The list continues.

Perhaps pretending is what makes them happy. Denial of the truth and denial of reality. They probably haven’t realized that happiness lies in accepting the truth, the real deal because your mind and heart are at peace. But I can’t force them to do the things they chose not to do. It’s their life and it’s the life they chose to live. So be it.

And I am referring to a person’s character. I can really tell if a person’s smile and treatment towards me is genuine or merely hypocrisy. I don’t know but I have a strong gut feel when it comes to that. My instincts overpower me and tells me what kind of person I am dealing with.

But being an educated woman, I take everything with a grain of salt and just go down with the flow. I let them be themselves and treat them nicely and cordially. It is their choice and it is their character. I can’t do anything about it. Just as long as they won’t be harsh in front of me, then that’s fine. But provoking me face to face would be another story. I know how to fight for my right too.

Wish I could add…in Seattle so I will be talking about the movie but unfortunately, it’s not the movie but the ordeal that I have to go through lately. Since the day that we arrived here in the land of Uncle Sam, my sleeping hours had not been the same. It’s either I slept a lot or too little. The latter being the worse. The longest sleep I’ve got was about 15 hours but that only happened once. The rest didn’t reach the recommended eight hour sleep. Oh well!

I know my body clock is still adjusting to a new time zone and I do wonder until when will I suffer from this. Some of my friends who had gone through it before said, I will be okay in a week or so. I’ve already passed the week limit and the two weeks in four days’ time. Let’s see what’s going to happen by then.