Where, oh where can it be?
I can't find one of my books, the one that I quoted just a few days ago. I was searching high and low for it this morning coz I was going to pay my phone bill and wanted to have something to read while I waited in line. (I hate waiting, so it helps to have something else to do whilst I wait.)
I'll have to do a more extensive search when I get home tonight.
Losing things has got to be one of the most hated occurrences in life. I just can't stand to lose something, maybe coz that reminds me how imperfect I am. In some ways I'm highly organised when I store stuff, I pack them away neatly and usually know exactly where everything is. Never mind that my room looks like a hurricane just went through it and the sea of papers on my desk so obscures its surface that a casual observer wouldn't be able to tell there was a desk underneath all that. If you open the desk drawers, you'd be amazed at the total contrast!
So every time I misplace something, I feel frustrated, more so because that object isn't in the place it's supposed to be. Kinda like a system failure, you know? "Gee, you're not perfect after all... temporary system glitch!"
Well, of course I know I'm not perfect, but nobody likes to have this pointed out to their face, do they???!?