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I'm not supposed to drink coffee but it just tastes good with milk.

It's a little reward for myself when I get to go out or just whenever I feel like I need some. Even just simply mixing one packet at home. It's been a while that it's no longer a routine for me. Unlike when I was still in school...

It elevates cortisol and is also bad for someone like me. I get to learn that after several doctor visits in the past. 😅

But the whole point of this post is this simple reminder I found at the side of the coffee sleeve...

"You can't make everyone happy, you're not coffee."

It's somewhat reassuring...

Whatever we do, we can't make everyone happy with it.

Especially, if they intentionally don't wanna be happy about you.

It's a cliché. But... sometimes words don't bite you immediately.

To me, taking out valuables invites crime. I also think that crime is just always around the corner waiting to bite at me.

Even a creepy dude kept squeezing himself against my arm, as if leaning on me hard. Fucking hell.

Why those people do not respect personal space? It's already enough that we sat next to each other.

To me, leaning or even bumping against someone REPETITIVELY, like you have no care you're rubbing against me is wrong. Especially when we're strangers... And you're conscious...

As much as possible I don't look at people repetitively. Plus it's rude to stare.