No I am not at that ultimate Zen state of mind yet, but I think I’m on track. I have definitely mentioned this before. I do feel like an ungrateful child complaining but the thing about parents the older they get the crazier they get. And not always in a good funny way. Living with them when you are almost 28 is no walk in the park. It’s like their temper is shorter and they are always having mood swings. I am like walking on eggshells all the time and that’s tiring. I am also constantly telling myself to take deep breaths, let it go, not snap or cry, even if I am sleep deprived and PMS-ing. Which is a big step. My patience level hence, I am self-proclaiming, is at a way beyond average level. I am almost ready to climb a mountain and spend the rest of my life meditating living a yogi/swami lifestyle. Well I am climbing the tallest hill in Singapore again on Saturday as part of a hike, maybe this time I will stay up there.
My patience level has also increased/improved because I seem to be the family middle-man. I am the layer between the parents and the sister. Why they refuse to stop using me as an intermediate communication channel even though I repeatedly tell them to stop, I don’t know. Why would (my dad) call me just to ask me what Akka’s (that’s what I call my older sister, it’s Tamil) plans are for the day or (my sister) send me a WhatsApp message to find out what time Appa (that’s what I call my father), is coming home from work? Firstly, why would I know those answers? Secondly, just call, text, send smoke signals, messenger pigeon or use any other form of communication to talk directly to each other. Oh family.