Only 50 kilos a? That’s a little too less, no? How much do you have? Some 80 at least? Yeah! Then 50 is too less. I mean, nothing wrong there. 50 for 5.5 is good. Only from our side, we’re not all that perfect. What to do! At least a 70 would have been manageable.
But how can you decide just by looking at a picture and reading the specs? Don’t you have to see with your eyes and decide based on things that matter?
It’s the same thing as online shopping, no? You buy a product on Amazon. Do you touch and feel? So, you look at the product and that’s how you decide; based on their pictures and yours. And compatibility.
But… Are we buying mangoes here?
Scotch: Relationships are after all like buying mangoes, S. You pick one based on what you think is the best. And then you’re committed to it all the way until it ends up in your stomach. A juicy one, a ripe one, a wormy one – you pay for everything that you picked. No?
I worry for some of the young kids in the student council that I’m a part of. The big, wide, world out there is so different from the little bubble called university that they are all used to that they might be not realize what hit them for quite a while.
I was at a council meeting today and the classic don’ts of a meeting were all around. We jumped from one topic to another with no end to any. We cut each other short before the other had even put their point across. Our response to one’s question was an absolutely unrelated, entirely different point altogether. We were busy settling our skills and services, where it was established that we had all gone through the same selection process and had all been deemed competent. They were some that did not even attempt to join the conversation while a few hogged the floor.
I walked out of the meeting criteria about the huge task ahead of the teachers. Or do they not care about these soft skill aspects of growing up and let the students just learn it the hard way?
“Kids these days. They rant aloud even before they think it through. I know!” Scotch