Your story

Last night, someone kinda spoilt my mood but i got over it quickly. It didnt discount the fact that many evil, vengeful thoughts ran through my mind. He was putting himself on the podium and pushing me to the bottom based on our schools. I thought a very good comeback line would be "hey, we ended up at the same place and you took a longer time right?".
It's quite mean, so i brushed it off my mind. I wished people would exercise more courtesy. I didnt even provoke him. Gah. I think he eventually got the idea that i didn't like his behavior. It wasn't very mature considering he's pretty much older than me. More importantly, I hope he didn't and will not inculcate such values and attitudes in his students.

I'm in the library, watching the evening sun. It's another beautiful end to the day. I saw some people walking around and i thought about how i always felt that everyone must have a fantastic story to share about their life. Even if it were "mundane" relative to someone else's, I'm sure it's worth investigating the reasons behind the differences. I'm glad i did psychology and i think this is why i am a psychology student. I'm so judgemental yet so keen and curious to know. I'd love to keep a scrap book full of stories i've heard.

Will you tell me more?

and so she ponders, wishes & scribbles
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