27/40 [don't become a robot in the journey of hope] You must have hit your pinky toe on the furniture or the bed at least once in your life. I have. And I have felt that red-face anger that happens just after the utterance of the f word. I just hate how it takes a couple of seconds for the brain to process what happened and then send the pain downwards. I was fielding at the slips when I realised having your toe smashed is not too different from getting your heart broken. The mechanics are similar and so are the lessons. Most of the time when your toe meets one of the sofa legs you're at fault. You're not paying attention to where you're walking. In a nutshell you're careless. And when the impact brings the pain to your senses you instantly know how to walk in that particular area of the room. I used to be a terribly needy creature once upon a time. It took me a lot of repeated toe traumas to realise I shouldn't be this way. Also, my ideas about love were inspired by most of the bollywood movies from the 90s. You know, the happy ever afters after the unrealistic and unbelievable efforts of the hero. I wanted to be that hero but reality hit me like a truck and I was never the same. I used to believe that elderly people were always right. But then I came across a news where a teacher was caught molesting his student girls. I quickly learnt that age had nothing to do with being right or righteous. Now I can easily notice the poor children inside the adult and old bodies. I call them poor because they didn't taste life beyond their egos and genitals.
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[don't become a robot in the journey of hope] You must have hit your pinky toe on the furniture or the bed at least once in your life. I have. And I have felt that red-face anger that happens just after the utterance of the f word. I just hate how it takes a couple of seconds for the brain to process what happened and then send the pain downwards. I was fielding at the slips when I realised having your toe smashed is not too different from getting your heart broken. The mechanics are similar and so are the lessons.
Most of the time when your toe meets one of the sofa legs you're at fault. You're not paying attention to where you're walking. In a nutshell you're careless. And when the impact brings the pain to your senses you instantly know how to walk in that particular area of the room.
I used to be a terribly needy creature once upon a time. It took me a lot of repeated toe traumas to realise I shouldn't be this way. Also, my ideas about love were inspired by most of the bollywood movies from the 90s. You know, the happy ever afters after the unrealistic and unbelievable efforts of the hero. I wanted to be that hero but reality hit me like a truck and I was never the same.
I used to believe that elderly people were always right. But then I came across a news where a teacher was caught molesting his student girls. I quickly learnt that age had nothing to do with being right or righteous. Now I can easily notice the poor children inside the adult and old bodies. I call them poor because they didn't taste life beyond their egos and genitals.](https://media.nojoto.com/content/media/27822823/2023/02/feed/0b3cacaf6ef13da8c42fdce50e6464ef/0b3cacaf6ef13da8c42fdce50e6464ef_default.jpg "27/40
[don't become a robot in the journey of hope] You must have hit your pinky toe on the furniture or the bed at least once in your life. I have. And I have felt that red-face anger that happens just after the utterance of the f word. I just hate how it takes a couple of seconds for the brain to process what happened and then send the pain downwards. I was fielding at the slips when I realised having your toe smashed is not too different from getting your heart broken. The mechanics are similar and so are the lessons.
Most of the time when your toe meets one of the sofa legs you're at fault. You're not paying attention to where you're walking. In a nutshell you're careless. And when the impact brings the pain to your senses you instantly know how to walk in that particular area of the room.
I used to be a terribly needy creature once upon a time. It took me a lot of repeated toe traumas to realise I shouldn't be this way. Also, my ideas about love were inspired by most of the bollywood movies from the 90s. You know, the happy ever afters after the unrealistic and unbelievable efforts of the hero. I wanted to be that hero but reality hit me like a truck and I was never the same.
I used to believe that elderly people were always right. But then I came across a news where a teacher was caught molesting his student girls. I quickly learnt that age had nothing to do with being right or righteous. Now I can easily notice the poor children inside the adult and old bodies. I call them poor because they didn't taste life beyond their egos and genitals.")
