When I am weakest
I should have known when I boasted. And now I find myself very ill and likely to be bed-ridden for at least 2 days, and am obliged to skip work and school and all the other engagements altogether. In such times as this, I cannot but crave for love and consolation from someone. Nonetheless it is always when I am most strong, confident and happy, that I inspire admiration in people. Never in such weak, timid and miserable state can I excite sympathy. Which is ironic, because when I am most weak and not myself like I am now, that any act of kindness would affect attachment in me for the person who bestowed it.
Thus much being said, I am going to lull myself to a restorative slumber. See you all in my fittest self.