Brusheff

Bumped my head against the loo's washing basin earlier today. See, i dropped my glasses on the floor, bent down half-blindly only to push the glasses out from the open area towards the base of the sink. Picked it up and banged my rear skull upon my attempt to stand back up. With the echo in the loo, the thud was magnified large enough to compete against that of a gong. I was conviced at that moment the sink was expecting me to retort back at it with a handful of foul vocabulary. But instead...

[let me take a moment to reflect this & be proud of myself for it ;p]

So anyway, instead, i gave it one long, sympathetic look and pondered about who suffered more pain between the two of us. Me or the sink.

[now that i've proof read that sentence again it doesn't really give me a reason to be proud of myself, does it?]

Sometimes i consider myself as an intellect for thinking the unthinkable but realise soon enough that i was just being a smartass; that even the insane and beyond that would not have thought such a thing. Pfft.

Right. So my point is, whenever i, or anyone for that matter, is in pain, i wonder which party is suffering more. In that sink incident, i'm pretty sure i'm the victim, you reckon? Skull & ceramic?

Duh.

Similarly, in the event of fancying someone, i wonder which hurts more: not revealing my true emotions or not being able to be with the person.

I wasn't kidding when i announced that i had too much time to spare to the point of being capable to reincarnate my malfunctioned brain cells back to life.