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It’s a weird thing about the things you hate. Oftentimes, we become that which we most hate. It’s the most common paradox of life. For example have you experienced riding a jeep where there are a few boisterous friends talking nonsense stuff? Doesn’t it just annoy you that they’re so noisy that the driver couldn’t hear the old woman saying "para"? Or that the driver keeps on stopping the vehicle thinking that someone had said para? Yes it is very annoying, especially at times when you just want a peaceful trip. But let me ask you? When you and your friends are the ones who are boisterous, do you really care what the pissed of people in the jeep with you are thinking? No I think not, Id o this thing myself, and I’ve realized this all along, but I still can’t help but be annoyed when a group of friends do this, and can’t help but be so ignorant when me and my friends do it.

See we become what we most hate, although not all the time. Which brings me to my parents, oh how I hate it when my Dad scolds me for the little things, like forgetting to turn of the computer, or forgetting to return his screwdrivers to their rightful places, I use the screwdrivers when I tinker with the electronic stuff around the house, he hates it when he cant find it where he left it, which he usually blames on me, which is almost always true. Hehehe I usually misplace his stuff. Anyways I hate it when he scolds me for this, as if I was a child, and then earlier, when I was teaching my tutee, its his periodical exam this week, I ended up well, scolding the kid for not paying attention, (he’s my cousin though, hehehe, I wouldn’t shout at him if the relationship was professional) Aside from that I scold him for being so makulit.

And then it hit me, I was exactly the same when I was a kid, I was bored with studying, bored with everything that I was assigned to do, and I realize, that I’ve become my MOM and DAD, the exact way in which they scolded me when I was young is the exact way that I scolded my cousin. Ugh.

I’ve tried to be more patient, to be more fun with the kid, and indeed well I think I was a bit more fun studying with than my parents were when I was a child, but Is till can’t help scolding the kid when he goes too out of control, you’ll have to see him when we study, he brings marbles and plays with them while I’m explaining a fact to him, or he brings his toy sword and lashes it out at me and wants to pretend he’s a knight and I’m a crusader. (Ragnarok influence) Although sometimes, I go with him, play a bit, pretend, like I’m reliving my younger days, but sometimes it’s just too much. Now I know what my parents felt when I was too naughty.

Which brings me to a line in Harry Potter Book 6, something about, it’s easier to forgive people for being wrong than for being right. These words were uttered by the character of Albus Dumbledore, and it is right, now that I realize it, I hated it when my parents scolded me then, because I thought it was so unfair, and now that I know that it wasn’t really that unfair, hahaha I hated the scolding even more. Like how the words "In your face" hurt so much.

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