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Saturday, January 25, 2014

#494 - You never know

So I have aged once more and it was a decent low-key affair - I'm so lucky to be valued and there are people who care about me. Anyway I came in for work and the first thing that comes out of K's mouth was not exactly pleasant. It was an oxymoron - that day was supposed to be a celebration but yet the news K relayed to me was the exact opposite.

I just stood there stupefied because I didn't know how to react and because I didn't believe it. You hear about it but you never expect it to occur to someone you know and are familiar with. Felt awful because other people expressed 'appropriate' reactions whereas me, well, I just felt horrible deep down but I just couldn't show my true feelings even though I'm not heartless. I do care. And I fear that people judge me and view me as a cold person for reacting the way I did. And for not going yesterday. Why do bad things always happen to good people? Hate the fact that there are so many unworthy people out there - case in point right here, I am appalled and disgusted at how unjust the world is.

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