Misophonia. Categorized as someone who is hypersensitive to certain sounds like loud chewing, lip-smacking, pen tapping and last but not least, keyboard typing. Fucking hell. My ears itch whenever she punches ferociously onto her keyboard. But of course, I like her enough to tolerate this deafening noise. And thus I came up with a plan, earpiece/earplugs, when done discreetly, people wouldn't notice how many zero fucks I actively give/contribute to society.
Tolerance. To grow and strengthen as time goes by. But I'm just sitting here waiting for the storm to subside.
It's never enough when you constantly give away your kindness yet people expect more from you each time. My days in this world gets more upsetting each day as I learn about the despicable act people would do over money and fame. My Sins lengthen as I curse whoever did harm to the animals on the farm, zoo, circus, sea, etc. Homosapiens disgust me when some discarded trash in the open sea. It is hard to turn a blind eye, as a matter of fact, people would prefer if I had ignored the ugly side of the world while focus solely on the future. My silent protest grew weary day by day as I felt the lack of power or knowledge to seek for changes this world desperately needs. So if one day we all die, I'll pop a bottle of champagne to celebrate the rebirth of a new nation.
Enough rant for the day.
Today marks my first day in poly. Finally, after a year of facing endless application and rejection, I'm finally a student. The joys for receiving the good news was nothing but glee. Though people were quick to point out the number of assignments and projects I will be bearing for the next 2.5 years, and my colleagues were extremely supportive yet concern for the fact that my energy levels might be jeopardized due to the night class.
First day in class and I'm extremely dead beat. Though I'm happy that I made a new friend and managed to communicate with a few others. Thus showing that I'm very much "normal". It is also oddly weird for the fact that the majority of my classmates are older than me. That new friend of mine is 37 years old, with a kid. Can you imagine how stressful and overbearing it must be?
And here I am, whining about the world, complaining about how much people have been complaining to me. Well, just shows that the world can be a nasty place to live in.
Misophonia and some other school stuff