I usually do not come up to new people and start a conversation. Not because i am bashful , i must have a strong reason to do it more than just getting to know others and have fun. today i did. i saw a girl sitting on one of the front desks at the class who reminded me my primary school. She was Iranian later i figured out. her style was really similar to the children at our class at that time. i spoke to her after the class and ask her how she winded up to Sweden.
Not much relevant, but i also want to tell about another thing that happened recently and popped up in my mind just now. last week me n my husband went to a grocery store and after collecting the stuff we needed, went to the cash desk. A very friendly man whom we had seen before at the store, counted for the payment, gave us the receipt and we left. at home i realized the man has entered an item two times in the receipt while we had bought only one. it was the second time he had made such a mistake. i decided ignoring it this time, since last time when we wanted them to return the money for the extra item, other staff were reporting it and i suppose that maybe if such a mistake happens several times, the manager may criticize him. i find it so despicable to make people embarrassed for their undeliberate mistakes. We should be tolerant.
You only live once.
I love life too much to deprive myself of this.
It’s too nice a day to spend doing this.
I’ll be sorry if I don’t at least try it.
I should celebrate this special occasion. (How special is it? National Cheesecake Day? A colleague’s birthday?)
This is special, I have to act now or miss out forever. (Fast food joints exploit this loophole; customers buy more when a limited-time offer is tied to a season, an event, or a specific holiday, such as pumpkin spice lattes or heart-shaped donuts.)
I live in the moment
I want to embrace myself, just as I am. (I try to remember to Accept myself, and expect more from myself.)
I have to die of something.
I should do something nice for myself.
I don’t want to be rigid and obsessive about denying myself this.
If I don’t make any demands on myself, I’ll feel better.