Today’s Colour is Red

Today is one of those days in which nearly everything gets to me. It may be because of the extended hours of parent-teachers-conferences we had yesterday, which ended in me having a severe headache as I lay in bed, or the cough, flu and bloated tummy that seems bent on driving discomfort upon me. But even at our worst, our opinions and  thoughts can carry some truth and weight, can’t it?

So this morning was our youth group’s picnic at the Botanic Gardens. I pulled myself out of bed, head still heavy and spinning, but a recreational visit to the garden can’t hurt, can it? So we reached the gardens and had a great time with friends and it was a potluck breakfast, so there was all sorts of good food. The food and fellowship was actually so good it helped to warm everyone up and we had some conversations that went slightly beyond casual friendly, and that geared us up for the games that was to follow. But when logistically they did not mention that the picnic involved us moving from one end of the Botanic Gardens to the the other end, or that we should bring our personal belongings with us unless we did not mind them carrying it over for us, or that we would be dismissed at the other end of the Gardens, or that the programme would end an hour and a half later than expected, it kinda made me really frustrated.

I must admit I wasn’t the keenest person at the picnic, but I was all ready to be sporting and participate. But I just did not agree with the part that involved them moving our belongings and valuables to another area. It was a huge risk to take, considering that some people may have needed their belongings urgently, had plans to leave early, or that they could have lost important things while shifting the belongings from one place to another. I just did not feel very respected as a grown-up, having my personal belongings transported from one place to another without prior warning. It was an interesting group game, but there were a few things that were not well thought out. It did not help that the carparks at the Botanic Gardens was terribly full and for about a half hour I was stuck waiting for a lot.

Then this evening we ladies decided to make a trip down to Scoopz to have waffles and ice cream after dinner. But it is a public holiday, and Scoopz is an outlet that opens till past midnight, and its target audience are the young people who likes to hang out at night after dinner with friends. The place was rather crowded and noisy, but I was mentally prepared for that. Or maybe it’s too similar to the classroom setting in school. What irritated me was mum and sis who just went on and on about the noise and the young people. The way they spoke, they volume they spoke in, the clothes they were wearing. I don’t agree with or enjoy the vulgarities or the late nights or the way they carry themselves, but I just felt irritated that they kept harping on those differences with a very judgmental and critical eye. Even when the waffle and ice cream was served to us, mum went, “The scoops are so small!” loudly enough for the lady to hear us. And although it may have been true, I just thought that it was not a necessary comment, and was definitely not presented in a constructive manner; and secondly, it just made everyone at the table sour and uncomfortable. Now I was going to dig into my waffle and ice cream with the rest of them in contentment, but the comment just kinda blew the experience for me. If only. You don’t have to accept everything that the world is, but neither do you have to keep throwing out criticisms one after another.

Even working on my CCA matters now frustrates me to no end. I have never been endowed with the gifts of coordinating events or managing people (even managing myself can be quite tiresome), so it is really quite stressful to have to coordinate this major national competition with a team of students (who at this point, honestly seems quite lost without the concept of time). The paperwork is the killer, really, on top of some colleague(s) who may be rather clueless about the events too.

So what shall I do?

What else, but sleep and dream sweet dreams and wake up tomorrow to face another new day with more PTC sessions to come!


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