Been putting off coming back for a while but you know you can never leave home. Never ever. So, I am home. For good or not.
Was trying to sleep in the bus but two aunties behind me managed to chat all the way for 5 hours. Talking about their kids, I supposed, in Singapore, studying.
I guess (guess only) the reason why old people love to talk about their children is cuz they are old. They have no more future. All their life is burdened on their kids to s
ucceed in whatever their parents failed to. Perhaps, talking (or boasting) about their kids is their way of proving that they still have an important part in life. Instead of just getting old and waiting for it to come. While kids have some time to suffer before they die.
Getting old is a sad thing.
ps: Random, I know. Emoing. Need to look for a job T.T
Was trying to sleep in the bus but two aunties behind me managed to chat all the way for 5 hours. Talking about their kids, I supposed, in Singapore, studying.
I guess (guess only) the reason why old people love to talk about their children is cuz they are old. They have no more future. All their life is burdened on their kids to s
ucceed in whatever their parents failed to. Perhaps, talking (or boasting) about their kids is their way of proving that they still have an important part in life. Instead of just getting old and waiting for it to come. While kids have some time to suffer before they die.Getting old is a sad thing.
ps: Random, I know. Emoing. Need to look for a job T.T
Labels: Random thoughts
posted by ˈtʃokəlitsrbluː at 1:19 AM