That afternoon, she walks into the house for the first time. It's dim. The ceiling light shone weakly. A thick curtain covered the window. "Good afternoon", they exchanged greetings. She saw a mahjong table in the center of the room. Books, papers, folders, a pencil case covered the green table. Instinctively, she walked over and took a seat beside her student. Question after question of mathematics filled the stale afternoon air. "Do you understand?" "Yes, I do", the student always replies, albeit with a blank expression. That blank expression that fills the face of the dazed, the uninterested, the blur. The mother puts on a surgical mask and gloves and begins wiping down the room. Every spot is kissed by the cloth gently. No area is missed. It's strange. A musky scent filled the house, the corners are dark, the walls black with years of neglect, the sofa peeling from mistreatment. Yet, the mother is prideful in her job that afternoon.
/start rant I don't usually tell people what I really feel. It just feels weird. Sometimes I feel like I have to be this perfect being there for everybody. Just devoid of feelings, rational, objective. Give you my opinion, my advice, end of story. But I'm not. As a # Taurus In friendship, you're: loyal - you'll do almost anything for a friend. I'll do just about anything. I'll readily drop anything just to be there. But at some points in life I just get tired of all these. Tired of just listening to everybody complain about every damn thing. And when I just really need to talk to about something I either draw a blank or get things turned into a joke. & you wonder why I don't ever talk about anything or tell you anything. Thanks for making me feel shiteous again. When my student can give me a better listening ear............ end rant/ New 2012 resolution: Stop having itchy fingers that reply to every damn thing....
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