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Thursday, November 8, 2012

Mummy, I'm tired

If you’ve read my post from earlier today, you’d know that today hasn’t been really great. In fact, this whole week has been quite lousy, what with it being the anticlimactic first week of school after the lovely lazy week-long holiday where I pretended that I was a Snorlax and slept most of the time, getting up only once in a while to eat.
Today’s frustrating events made me snap, and I had an emotional breakdown. I felt so much frustration, annoyance, stress and self-pity that all I wanted to do was cry. And all I could think was “I want my mummy!” It’s quite a primitive response, certainly, but I think every once in a while, when we’re overwhelmed, we need someone to calm us down, and little is more calming than mother’s gentle voice.
So I called my mummy, and my voice cracking, I said “Mummy, I’m tired”. And she said, “Oh, what’s the matter?” Just hearing the gentle concern in her voice made me start to tear up and cry, and I proceeded to explain my distress, though I’m sure it was completely incomprehensible.
Mummy surely didn’t really understand what I was upset about – nobody could possibly understand my tear-choked blabbering – but the only thing that mattered was that I was upset. She didn’t interrupt me, she just listened, not asking for details, not asking for clarification. But when finally I’d finished my incoherent rant, she recited this poem which she’s always recited to her children:
When the road you're trudging is all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
When you want to smile but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't quit.

Hearing that was all I needed. I felt like nothing else needed to be said. In any case, I couldn’t say much because I was holding back sobs. All I could say was “Mummy, please repeat that poem again for me.” Which she did of course, and that made me feel so much better.

P/S: Of course, when I collected myself a few minutes later, I called Mummy again, to let her know that I'm alright, and that she needn't worry too much. That I'm just having a bad week. And she said "Have you been getting enough sleep? Take a nice warm shower, sleep. And makan. You'll feel much better after a nice shower and some sleep. I love you, son." Perfect advice.  

A miserable day

Today, all the planets in some distant galaxy must have aligned ever so precisely to make sure that I would experience the suckiest day that I have in a long time. Today was one of those days where nothing is right and everything that could go wrong does.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Physical Intimacy

I like physical intimacy. I like hugs, handshakes high-fives and kisses. I like being pet, caressed and massaged. I like it when elbows, shoulders or knees touch when sitting and talking with someone. 
It just feels so good, to physically be in touch with other people. I’ve noticed that I like to touch not just people, but things that I like as well. When I like something or someone, I get a really strong urge to reach out and touch it or them. And when someone makes me really happy, I just want to hug them and smother them with kisses. In fact, at times, when I feel especially happy with myself for being such a good boy, I wish I could kiss myself, but I can’t – which is why someone else really should. 
Research has shown that physical intimacy has its health benefits. A hug or touch can result in the release of oxytocin, dopamine and serotonin as well as reduce stress hormones. It’s obviously good for us, so I think that people should hold hands with each other more. Or at least, with me. 
A lack of physical intimacy can lead to increased feelings of loneliness. And that sucks. So get intimate ;)