Self-Talk
I'm so glad I'm smart with more than
decent education, grateful even. Because I have brain that works properly and I
actually have a degree in a field that studies people, I then have the luxury of
choosing the work and the job that I can actually love.
I thought about it this afternoon, as I
walked inside a mall to do some errands.
I saw a sales promotion girl, wearing
this skin tight barely there outfit. The make-up was thick and she wasn't
smiling as she supposed to. I saw her eyes and they wondered and empty,
reminding me of a candle, flickering in the windy night.
I instantly remember a line that my
father used to blurt out, because it was always so spontaneous, I always
believe that he was sincere in saying it.
"It's a pity that some people have
to go to all sorts of trouble just to make a living."
He usually said this line when he saw
clowns, slapstick comedians, and streetwalkers.
Please don't give me wrong, I have
nothing against any decent jobs and works. I also have nothing against sales
promotion girl.
But seeing that girl, standing in front
of a fancy new car, wearing something that any sane mother would morbidly forbid their daughters from wearing in public, with vacant stare inside her eyes, made
me thankful for my own benefits.
I'm healthy, smart, have a steady job,
lucrative side jobs, and I love them all.
Note to self: do not talk out loud to yourself
inside a crowded mall, people tend to stare at you.
Picture was borrowed from here.
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