All along I've viewed myself as a cynic of a perfectionist who is easily agitated by trivial matters: the offensive words scribbled on the door of the partitions inside the university library toilet (xxU), xU students' habitual 'jumping queue' at the bus stops in the campus, xU students' staring (at me of course) upon my complaint (made in low voice) against their lengthy and noisy conversations in the 'silent area' of UL (University Library, main campus)...
Not until lately did I find 'I'm not alone'. When? After a 30-minute chitchat (outside the 'silent area') with a librarian who's been working in xU since graduation in the early 1980s. In fact, there're more 'exciting', yet true stories than I expected.
A couple of minutes ago, I browsed my friend's blog and found a good piece (see attached) that has eased my mind completely: I can now confirm that I'm still in fine fettle, at least not that 'abnormal' as I portrayed myself in the past.
...I handed in my report on 30/4 afternoon but immediately found mistakes on 2/5 when I read it again...Life is hard and no perfect; whatever will be, will be ....
whatever will be, will be ....