I'm assuming that you're assuming I can play the violin.
Well… I can make scratchy screechy noises that sound like nails on a blackboard to the tune of 1000 Words from FFX-2.
Following up from the previous blog entry, the ‘expiry date’ one.
My brother told me that he was planning to watch Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen with me instead of his girlfriend before I backed out. I bailed out because I assumed that despite being invited in the first place, I was gonna be third wheeling along. It turns out that she doesn’t like watching movies of that genre…
It was partially my fault. My bro didn’t tell me that I wasn’t intruding or anything when I backed out. I told him that I couldn’t be bothered rather than sulking and saying ‘*points to self* third wheeler, HELLO?’. Openly admitting that kinda hurts my pride, dunno why.
The moral of the story is… Just don’t assume… especially if it matters. AND IT FRIGGIN’ MATTERED!! My bro ended up watching it twice for the price of one, at IMAX! He stayed to watch all the credits and then by the end of it, people were walking in for the next session. So he decided to stay for another round. LUCKY……………..
Nothing is as it seems. But assuming can be comforting in some ways. Assumptions, to me, were temporary conclusions I relied on when I don’t know the real answer or reason. And sometimes I prefer my assumptions over the truth anyway. So yeah, WIN… maybe not.
Quoting my friend, “when you ASSUME, you make an ASS of U and ME”.
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