Conversation in the car today while we are driving to Alor Setar to visit the in-laws grave.
“Do you think I am a drama queen?”
“Yes.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Why bother? It’s who you are.”
“But it bothers people. Isn’t that bad?”
“Then it’s their problem. So old already, don’t really need to care.”
“Cause the older we get, the lesser two fucks we give?”
“No, it’s the older we get, we care more about the happiness of our own lives. So just be happy being you, my drama queen.”
I do think most times, actually we are our own worst critics. But I am learning. Learning to accept who I am and be happy about it.
Drama. Embrace. Learn. Accept. Move on. Then drama again.
In that order.
Bimbo
