R-E-S-P-E-C-T

I was having a conversation with Sam yesterday on MSN. We ended up having quite a bit to talk about.

I was telling her about how I’m left out whether or not in or out of church. In the sense that I’m not exactly part of the ‘in’ crowd. I don’t usually get invited to parties or to lunches or dinners or gatherings. I guess you could probably say I’m used to that by now. I’ve learnt to become a bit more ‘thick skinned’ and ignore it. I’d rather stay home and look after the kids (not mine btw) than drink myself silly.

Then Sam told me, respect is the most important thing of all and that she respected me for being me. I tell you, I was flattered.

I had no idea anybody held any respect for me. You can call me one of the underdogs everywhere I go. I’m usually the silent and shy type where I stray away from socialising. Lone ranger is the term that comes to mind when describing myself.

Even though now that I’m working and have a bit more freedom, I actually don’t know what to do with it. I tend to stay at home even though I can go out. I put it down to the fact that I work crazy hours and that doesn’t leave me with much time to go out, much less time as ‘down time’. Even the times that I’m free, I still stay at home. I think I’m very much a home person.

Anyways, I guess the point of this post was the fact that I was thinking it over while I was in the shower today. What Sam said about respect is very true. I’d rather have people’s respect and be remembered as the girl who has a firm head on her shoulders instead of one that is immature and rash.

Speaking of rash, I broke out in possibly my worst case of hives since I found out about my allergies. And guess what I was doing this time?

I made sure I did not touch the rockmelon that was being cut up. I stood away while it was served.

Within 5 minutes I had a mild itch on my right elbow.

Within 10 minutes I had a mild itch on my left ankle.

My aunty thought it was a psychological thing cause I literally did not make any contact with the fruit.

I went to shower and came out and stared at the mirror.

My neck had red spots and my limbs were itching.

My toes and the soles of my feet were itching.

I pointed this out to my aunty and we both realised I must have come in contact with the dreadful fruit after all. Then I popped an anti histamine tablet. Within 45 minutes the itching stopped.

Though I still have slight red spots on my neck, leftover from that itching frenzy. My allergies are becoming quite bad as time goes along. I honestly hope this isn’t going to get any worse, cause I was already madly scratching like an ape at the stupid spots.

So if you come within 5m of me armed with rock melon, I promise you I’ll make you pay for making me itch like mad. Are we clear with that?

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