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PCBSDA: (Time of typing): Someone singing Adelle at sidewalks outside at after midnight.
Never thought the strength of an honest hug is that strong.
*Not in physical context*
No wonder I donât do them often.
When the timing is right, the dose is so potent that itâs not just for the person, it hit me as well.
I got shot in my own feels getting myself of âwhy not ?â to enjoy a free hug & âHave a good day.â greeting from a stranger in the street.
For the fun of it;
Well it turned out darn better than fun.
It was at the point where my heavy slowdays this week went fleetingly lighter.
The load is still here.
But some aura mediumâwhatever you call it, itâs honest, which turned out to be fluffy & your nerves felt sparks of recharge.
Just when you thought they couldâve be there for sake of ANZAC Celebration today. *Maybe*
Who knows. Who knows.
I donât do them because I never know whether a person is ready for one.
*of course*
But, these really important notes:
I appreciate receiving each & every of everyoneâs hugs.
Youâre actually willing to literally hugging a tree log(me) as I donât know how to react to hugs. Waw.
If you want, present a signal for me.
I may be saving my hugs for right timings of needing one so much and not trying to invade your bubble of space as much as possible.
Who am I, a person who could reply your curious questions.
Iâm not surprised if you are baffled with some of my answers.
Being a matured-child complex;
When you knew so much dealing certain harshness of reality black hole that you explain it with addition trying to shine the faintest light *or fun squeaky fx sound* of hope/happiness.
Also, I believe that a full stop for being alive is worst when itâs the death or blurs of a lively heart.
Be a tough cookie from this.
Nothing is more joyful then having a lively heart & watching other people have theirs too.
If you want full maturity, Iâll be silent, knowing I donât deserve to speak.
Itâs rare yet it happens.
However,
in a normal conversationâs format,
Me: It isâachievable to deal with attachments.
*Pause&looks outside LRT train window*
Me: Itâs raining today. *Alhamdulillah*
Me: Trying to be smooth soul singer is itching in me. Cue Seal song yo.
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I honestly--don't know how to express feelings to people. How do you human ?
Somehow, I can't even say simple humany words of goody goody misses, kisses, hugs and loves.
I tried, but something always stopped me from saying so from my mouth or putting it in action of those words.
Ending up replacing with ''good on you'', ''take care'' and such.
Those safe words.
It's only other kinds of indirect actions are my efforts in working on those unspeakable words.
By this also includes we have to agree that I may be crying not just for sadness, but for happiness and grateful as well.
Smile during crying is such a confused expression to certain people though. I hope they find it normal.
If you're wondering why I can't do this. I can't figure it out myself either.
It's a missing data. I had a thought for one, or many situations that caused myself to this degree.
That part is really strong enough just like how I stopped being pretty as a girl/lady-ish thing before.Â
As a side note:
Besides knowing it's fun to be a girl within yourself, you just need an unknown, non-pushy person out of nowhere to say; ''Hey I think you're pretty.''
That is all. When those words are neutral and non-pushy (if it was stated neutrally but I have no idea during that time for the person could have gone to pushy part spoken in mind only--my girl's instinct thought), you really don't know how good the impact is to a person's life. I reduced my 'practical' attires because I had a thought that I'm not worthy enough to put on dresses as it was for the ''pretty girls''. .
Small note, by the word 'pushy'; I'm really repulsive to ''hey, you're great. Let's be together.''
That's faster than freaking lightyears to have a pickup line for getting together and I'm not buying. No. Just--talk, aye.
This case was closed because there was a chance to be pretty ? I'm still baffled with why did I take this too much in me. Kind of mix in between okay no dresses and I like to catch frogs, lizards with going outdoors like those bros. Â
However, Â I'm still afraid of a roach so--I'm a girl. Yay ? -case closed-
Back to topic:
What environment did I put myself into.
Maybe an unknown, non-pushy person out of nowhere person ?
That's a dangerous hypothesis. Potential human error.
Rants, rants, so I could get a path for this, other hypotheses.
It must be fun saying misses, kisses, hugs and loves to a person.
In all situations.
I don't know. I don't even know yet. The case continues.
Not 'long' in terms of age, because I can't tell the future.
It's about my mind project/s.
'Connecting the dots' for my starting line of recalibration just moved well.
I may have start connecting the dots but I'm not that near to begin it.
Should continue checking out the list:
(put some edgy doctor who reference for fun)
' Things I Should Do to Make Nawal Improve* '
*Tests and tribulations included. Yep.
a.k.a. Mini TARDIS Adventures
also,
' Things That Supposed to be Myths for Nawal But Busted in Reality '
a.k.a. Impossible Real Life Gone Wibbly Wobbly List
I didn't update anything in any blogs yet because my awkwardness kept myself waiting.
I'm still awkward now but my past, bit by bit somewhat resolved at the right time.Â
These days some matters that I don't understand pops out. They are for a reason, still cooking in my head for answers. Good things, yes. Still thinking.
My past, is, 'the connecting dots'.
It dragged me to a time-locked state quite awhile.
HOWEVER, THERE IS ONE THING I AM CURIOUS BUT I FEEL SO AWKWARD TO FACE IT.
BECAUSE, I FIND ITS UNFAIR AND ETC <-Awkward rant starts.