My friend said he can read what other people are thinking quite easily, but he can’t read me. Hah.
Well I don’t know why. Maybe because I’ve been hiding lots of stuff for a long time so I’m really good at it. Or maybe it’s because I have a lot of stuff going on in my mind so it’s difficult to really see what I’m thinking. Or maybe, it’s because I’m actually confused about what I’m thinking myself, so it’s impossible for others to know what I’m thinking.
Whatever it is, many people’ve tried to read me because I barely reveal anything about myself that’s of personal nature. I don’t know why. Maybe I don’t trust people enough.
I’ve just thought of something. If this is a really free country, why must I wear dress shoes to work? Why must I wear sneakers when meeting adults? Why can’t I wear flip flops all the time? Why must the media stereotype? Why are there so many societal expectations?
Walking in sandals, carrying a sling bag on my shoulder, a shoe bag in one hand and something else in the other, I feel like a Singapore boy. I don’t know why, but I do. This makes me miss Singapore (and my friends) very very much.