when I am hysterical on the inside and cannot come to terms with the reality, I laugh.
I have laughed while feeling heartbroken and angry so often that I often wonder if there is something wrong with me.
There is this line that the white old doctor says to Yang from Grey’s Anatomy. He tells Yang that this life will be lonely and long but thats the kind of price she must pay for her brilliance. Until one day when she will come across someone who is as brilliant if not more brilliant than her. And that until that time arrives, she should sit down and pass her time reading a good book.
I think about those lines sometimes. Not because I think I am brilliant and all but because life is long and lonely and maybe and that I should just slow down and read a good book for self entertainment and not hold much expectations.
I am reading about child labor and domestic workers and I am suddenly reminded of this maid that my grandmother had and how I was a bitch to her as a 9 year old.
The thought makes me sick to this day - that was over 13 years ago but I still cant get over how awful people like me are and their treatment of domestic workers.