Later on, sometime during high school, I was not happy for some reason and she started to look for another school for me. Luckily, a few months later, I was fine and there wasn't a need to go to a new one.
After graduation, I worked in KL. The job was not right for me and I wasn't happy. After complaining for a few months, Dad gave in and asked me to go home. I found another job in Penang which I was quite pleased with. Flexible hours and close to home. I was actually very comfortable until Dad started promoting about a flying career. I didn't give it much thought until some issues came up and I just wanted to leave Penang.
A year and a half later, I'm still doing the same job. For one time, I stuck around longer than six months. Recently, after meeting a few people which made my life hell, I felt like quitting and going home again.
Then it hit me. Everytime something bad happens, my parents are always around to pull me out. Be it kindergarten, relationships, or jobs, they've always been there. I'm sure if I told them how upset I am, they would ask me to quit and go home. But for once in my life, I want to stop running. Why quit just because of a few assholes I meet along way? Why shouldn't they be the one quitting and stop making other people feel miserable?
I've decided to make a stand. If someone is rude to me, I'll be very, very polite to them. I have to at least show you my parents thought me manners. If you're mean to me, I won't be mean back. I'll just ignore you. "An eye for an eye"? Nahh...What goes around comes around. It will eventually bite you in the ass for being that much of a pain.
