I can be the embodiment of patience. I can make parenting look like a piece of cake. I can make myself appear as the girl born to smile and make life look like a walk in the park.
and then I lose patience. My tolerance level drops. Small things start to irritate me. The daughter who made me smile five min back can make me mad enough to want to kill someone.
There are times when I feel that making small talk is truly hard. Being alone seems like bliss. Not having to talk and fill in uncomfortable silences seems like such a good opportunity.
wonder why that is ... There are a few people in my life who can literally get away with anything. Some depending on my mood. Some can fill by body with rage simply by their existence.
End of the day it is all a choice isnt it? If someone is really the apple of your eye, nothing they say can get on your nerves.