Someone’s nagging you now, and you’re slowly, becoming, ANNOYED, I know exactly how that feels!!! Translated…
I loved sweets, and when I was growing up, I had the wish of having two pieces of mashed sweet beans pastries.
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On this very day, I’d gone up to the lanai of the roof alone, reading the papers, with a few pieces of the pastries from a shop with the histories. Drinking the teas, with the sweet treat, reading, it’s, one of the most wonderful things in my life, as I was feeling satisfied, I’d heard steps, climbing up the stairs, without thinking, I’d pulled up some tissues, wrapped the sweet pastries up, rushed to hide it inside my purse before my husband sees me.
It’s quite normal that I’d reacted like so, as my husband had often nagged me on “you can’t eat right”, that all I ate were junk foods; having retired these past couple of years, he’d stayed at home more, and, he’d gotten, more talkative, and, bugged me a lot.
One day, I’d taken the water I washed the rice in out to the gardens to water the plants, as a neighbor passed by, he’d commented, “Are you sure you’re doing it right? It just rained last night, and you’re, watering this morn?”, as I’d stepped into the living room, my husband had heard the words of my neighbor, and repeated, then added, “Stubborn!” oh, he’d needed to bug me on this too?
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After the meals, I’d held the pots, the pans, the bowl in my hands, with the spoons and chopsticks, stacking them up high, seeing me like this, he’d had another thing to say, “wouldn’t it be easier, if you’d gone back and carried less at a time?”, he’d picked up his bowl, placed it into the sink, then, made his way back, to pick up his chopsticks, and brought it to the sinks.
I’d not had a grand appetite, and he’d always said, that it was because I’d not exercised enough, that, was why I didn’t have enough appetite; as I’d ridden home on the bus, I’d gotten out a stop early, to force myself to walk the rest of the way home, he’d said I was wasting my time; I’d broiled up a cup of coffee, he’d stood close by, saw how I’d added the sugar and the milk, he’d started again, “You’d loved sweet so much, it’s the reason why you’re slowly forgetting and aging right now.”
My husband was an engineer major, I, a business major, as we were filing the taxes in May, I was still trying to figure the digits out, and he was already set, ready to go and file, he’d scolded me, “You’d not learned anything in school”, I’d become silent. When the keys couldn’t turn in the locks of the door, I’d wanted to get a locksmith, he’d sprayed the de-rusting formula into the keyhole, then, the key turned fine, he’d said, “you’re not learning enough” again; the remote for the air-conditioning doesn’t work, I’d wanted to go out to buy a new one, he’d said, “Get new batteries, that’s common knowledge.” But, how can you be sure, that it wasn’t the remote that was actually broken? My husband ignored me, and left, “You don’t read enough”.
this may look like a dream, but if you live in this, it is, a total nightmare!!!
This man, really bugs me!
So, this, is how the man and his wife differs in thinking processes, perhaps because he’s an engineer major, that, is why his mind is so theoretical, and the woman is a business major, which makes her more practical, and that’s just the differences in their thinking processes, and, everybody thinks differently than you, so, there’s no way you can ask someone else to think just like you.
Life, the Obstacle Course 