The Baking Pan Story

i don't know if it's because i was depressed over my aunt's departure, or if it was PMS, although it's most likely a mixture of both, but i got into a dispute with roy over a baking pan. see it was really a petty little issue, yet because of his tone and usage of words, with his signature cold stare, the rage in me was instantly invoked. and because i cared so much, and what with all the above-mentioned reasons, i stupidly broke into tears. -_- absurdity! roy couldn't understand why i cried over something so trivial like that. i don't either, honestly. must be pms and the helplessness of losing a family member. :/

anyway, we talked it out that night itself and sorted everything out. :) in the midst of everything, i realized my idealism on how friendships should be and how friends should interact is what made me upset at times when the people i call friends didn't live up to those ideals. if it were some other tom dick and harry, i really couldn't care less. but in certain cases, if my friends reacted or behaved in ways that don't fit my ideals, i get affected really easily. now as i detach myself from everything and look at it in a bigger picture, it's absurd - my ideals, that is. i mean, this is not a problem solving methodology and people differ from one another so i can't possibly expect to use the same set of rules on everyone, can i? there will be exceptions, and when it happens, i should learn to deviate from my principles, my ideals and just accept them as they are. note to self: do not let self be too carried away with my ideals, wherever that came from. detachment sometimes is the best cure of all unnecessary heartaches, no?