I'm usually really good at keeping my composure, or at the very least maintaining a facade that resembles the same situation. However, my uncle seems to know exactly what to say to break that, and he seems to always have the worst timing. God bless my uncle, becuase he means well, and according to him, he is "always doing right."
The hits came for me this weekend. My left contact officially ripped, and I realized that I had a tear in my contact for at least a couple of weeks now, which was why my eyes were irritated every day. I thought it was just allergies. The check engine light in my Prelude came on as my speedometer dropped to zero while I was on the freeway. I didn't lose power, so I was able to drive a few miles to reach my destination, but I left my car there overnight.
So, when I asked my uncle for some help, not only does he say, "No," but he lectured me on how I'm ruining my life and not thinking about my future. He commonly does this and most of the time, I'm able to just shake it off. However, I was pretty irritated at this point, probably due to the combination of circumstances arising this weekend, all on top of my lola's frail condition, the petitioning of Amelita to America from Canada, work, and the musical.
More than being disappointed in these small potholes in the road of life, I am more disappointed in my inability to maintain my cool. I pride myself on that. Lisa Macapinlac, from UC Davis, as a character witness for me, once said, "Bobby doesn't get stressed out." My previous manager, in a letter of recommendation wrote, "One of Bobby's best features is his ability to maintain an even level of emotion, no matter what the circumstance." I myself, have a mantra, "Don't stress, because stress, in and of itself, does you no good." Basically, if you've got a problem, what are you doing to do about it? Don't sit there and cry about it. Work on it to make it better.
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