disenchanted
I just had a mission programme in school. We were made to think back on ourselves, our family and our friends. How much we appreciate them and so on. A lot of people cried during the programme today.
First, we were told a true life story of the struggles one of the missionaries endured and is still going through. I did not really cry, at least not the sobbing kind. Tears just overflow and fell. But that was the only once it did. However, I did not cry due to sympathy, but because the story really touched me and I admired the lady for being strong, for holding up even though she was experiencing some really bad troubles.Later, we were told to write a note to a friends, to show how grateful we are, and to people we were not happy with and to reconcile. OMG. So many people came up to me (actually only 5, but it really seemed a lot) and told me to write for that fugly bitch. Like, hello? It's my life, my feelings, I myself will decide whether or not to write. Even if I did, like hell she'll appreciate it. But that's beside the point. Final note: I hate her and always will.Once we finished writing our message, we were to give it to that person and hug her. Now, that's when ppl cried. Don't read it the wrong way, I'm not turning my nose up on that. In fact, I found it touching. But I felt a bit lost at that time. Why were ppl in tears at the thought of losing their friends or when reminiscing the past? Why cant I do that?? Am I really cold-blooded? My mom once told me I was cold-blooded and self-centered (during one of our fights). I guess I could agree with her to a certain degree. "Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable. - Sydney J. Harris"
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