In my job, if you are sick, you can offload yourself and go home.
If a passenger is sick, he/she may get offloaded from the flight depending on severity of the case.
If a bag is too big, it gets offloaded to the cargo.
Offloading happens all the time, so flights can move on, can take off.
Am finding very hard to ‘offload’ myself to others lately. When asked what is wrong by well meaning friends and loved ones, I find myself at a loss for words to articulate my feelings. I go blank, no idea of how or where to start talking. I ended up brushing the topic off sometimes. Other times if I attempted to start somewhere, it gets lost in translation, or lame, or weird.
I don’t like that.
Mum always say to me to share any woes that come along the way, coz they are better out than in.
I have seemed to have lost but all the ability to do that. Such a simple thing, to talk your troubles out, but I may as well have lost my tongue.
Feelings of misplacement are intensifying. Continually trying to learn how to cope, to find my real place in life…stop being diagonal in this parallel universe, subjecting self to be in all’s way.
You there, thanks for being so patient the other day amid my frustrations and temper tantrums. Thanks for the virtual hugs, they are as good as they can be considering the mass physical distance between us. Sometimes hugs do best when words are scarce to find.
So here, I want to give you a big bear hug. I am still a cuddle-pot.
For all my friends, a big bear hug from me to you as well.
Please do not feel like you have to tread carefully around me.
If a passenger is sick, he/she may get offloaded from the flight depending on severity of the case.
If a bag is too big, it gets offloaded to the cargo.
Offloading happens all the time, so flights can move on, can take off.
Am finding very hard to ‘offload’ myself to others lately. When asked what is wrong by well meaning friends and loved ones, I find myself at a loss for words to articulate my feelings. I go blank, no idea of how or where to start talking. I ended up brushing the topic off sometimes. Other times if I attempted to start somewhere, it gets lost in translation, or lame, or weird.
I don’t like that.
Mum always say to me to share any woes that come along the way, coz they are better out than in.
I have seemed to have lost but all the ability to do that. Such a simple thing, to talk your troubles out, but I may as well have lost my tongue.
Feelings of misplacement are intensifying. Continually trying to learn how to cope, to find my real place in life…stop being diagonal in this parallel universe, subjecting self to be in all’s way.
You there, thanks for being so patient the other day amid my frustrations and temper tantrums. Thanks for the virtual hugs, they are as good as they can be considering the mass physical distance between us. Sometimes hugs do best when words are scarce to find.
So here, I want to give you a big bear hug. I am still a cuddle-pot.
For all my friends, a big bear hug from me to you as well.
Please do not feel like you have to tread carefully around me.
Please do not let me breed any further awkwardness.
I am trying to get out of this constipated phase…
I am trying to get out of this constipated phase…
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