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read between the lines
hmmph it occurred to me that i just paid for someone to assure and comfort me.my father accidentally banged into my big toe and it went all purple, and when i rubbed it from top to bottom, it started bleeding and the nail got all flimsy and i freaked out. called my mom, and for the second time this week, she let me down again. "aiyah, don't waste money calling all the way here. stop bothering me about it. your toenail is not going to drop off." (repeat loop) in moments like these, i am start to remember why i go to my friends every time something bad happens. i mean firstly, for me to call you from out of town means you matter enough for me to do that, and secondly, i didn't call just to hear your matter-of-fact tone of annoyance. so in the end i went to the doctor and he gave me the assurance and comfort i needed. the word 'hypochondriac' comes to mind. so you see, this is not just about the toe. this is about expectations. |
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