As my nickname indicates, despite my 26 (almost 27) years old in many ways I'm still like a baby ...
This generates great debates between people who think that is kind and another, more thorough, they think I'm just a tared.
hunger and sleep are in me, the most eccentric reason for tantrums, moodiness, whining and hysterics. What a child I can not restrain my hatred to some basic needs and that hatred is deployed to all be encouraged and / or inanimate around me.
Another thing that frustrates me very much, with reactions similar to those reported above is going to buy something and not get excited. It is clear that my non-economic pudiencia makes me not go shopping every day, and sometimes it happens that I look forward to much much much rather, to the extent that any act prejudicial to the supreme moment of commotion involving the acquisition of such property may raise a flurry of insults, hate, tears and tantrums.
Of course not everything is so negative and my children's traits are also seen in my almost complete inability to buy a present for someone and said that "I have a sorporesa", or my infinite joy to any surprise to me, before the approach to an animal that I never close, with a chocolate or ice cream, or just to give myself completely to play to make faces, saying words or syllables palindrome same, to see who holds more without laughing, to sostenener a character or what is ok occurs at the time.
And the truth, real truth: I hope never change.
: D
0 comments:
Post a Comment