I think I need to take back what I said earlier. I know I should have never doubted and questioned my own selfishness. Once I realised that, it was obvious that there’s no way I have Superhero Syndrome in me.
Just because some friends said that I contributed something in their lives, it doesn’t make me an instant super heroine. Trust me, if anyone said that I am their heroine, I might feel so guilty and annoyed at the same time. Because, the truth is, most of the time I don’t really put so much attention to people, I don’t have such empathy to people in need. I just do when I think I want to do it.
I don’t even listen.
If I should ever give back channel, it most probably I was trying so hard giving my attention and I failed so I need to pretend that I care. Sometimes, or most of the time, I just went on with things that interest me, and skipped what you said because for me there’s no valuable information in it. That’s possibly why some friends considered me cold or heartless.
Now it suits me well.
I hate when people complaining about their life, their love, their financial problems, or their pimples. It’s confirmed that I couldn’t care less when someone tell me story about how she breaks up with her ex, or about how his ex keeps bothering him with idiotic statements. I couldn’t care less, because I have problems I need to take care of. Why don’t people come to me just to share happy story? Why do they have to come and make my life in gloom?
It is official, I am not a hero.
I am not a superhero, I don’t want to change the world into a better place. I don’t even want to hear someone else’s whining (or read it, if it’s on the messenger).
Hey, Byq… Why the mood swing?
Oh… Just PMS