I do not believe myself.
I don't.
How the heck can I keep my own emotions under control if I keep doing this?
I'm not supposed to let the whole world know I like him, or that I'm a blathering idiot, even if both statements are true.
I'm not.
And I've tried avoiding him.
But I can't.
ARRGGGHHHH......
you get my drift.
So what should I do???
On the brighter side of things, CIP was fun today. I and 9 other people oversaw 20-odd kids, who were every bit angelic as they were demonic. I've realised that kids are like a pendulum: They're behaviour is extreme; either good or bad, never in between, and they don't stop until air fricion or exhaustion wears them down. Nevertheless, they're lovable kids. I guess the more nuaghty they are, the more you can't help but love them. And since these kids are about as naughty as naughty can get, I love them already :)
Unfortunately, they're exhausting. It's made me rethink my take on kids. But I've realised that I still want them. When I'm married, and can support the financial burden. Children are beautiful gifts, and as they evolve and mature, I think it's difficult to not gain an affection for them. They are trying, of course, but somehow, I just want to be part of all that: Their lovable periods, their tantrums, their I-need-my-diaper-changed times, their I-just-want-my-mummy stints. I want all that, to be there all the while. In a sense, even though today was exhausting, I don't mind a bit. I've learned a lot, and over the next 3 days, I want to learn more.
I don't.
How the heck can I keep my own emotions under control if I keep doing this?
I'm not supposed to let the whole world know I like him, or that I'm a blathering idiot, even if both statements are true.
I'm not.
And I've tried avoiding him.
But I can't.
ARRGGGHHHH......
you get my drift.
So what should I do???
On the brighter side of things, CIP was fun today. I and 9 other people oversaw 20-odd kids, who were every bit angelic as they were demonic. I've realised that kids are like a pendulum: They're behaviour is extreme; either good or bad, never in between, and they don't stop until air fricion or exhaustion wears them down. Nevertheless, they're lovable kids. I guess the more nuaghty they are, the more you can't help but love them. And since these kids are about as naughty as naughty can get, I love them already :)
Unfortunately, they're exhausting. It's made me rethink my take on kids. But I've realised that I still want them. When I'm married, and can support the financial burden. Children are beautiful gifts, and as they evolve and mature, I think it's difficult to not gain an affection for them. They are trying, of course, but somehow, I just want to be part of all that: Their lovable periods, their tantrums, their I-need-my-diaper-changed times, their I-just-want-my-mummy stints. I want all that, to be there all the while. In a sense, even though today was exhausting, I don't mind a bit. I've learned a lot, and over the next 3 days, I want to learn more.
