"God life's frustrating," bellows my next door neighbour, a young PYT in her early twenties rummaging through her hand bag. The reason for her frustration is her failed and continuous efforts at landing her hands on her chewing gum which is nestled in her hand baggae, or so I am told, a minute later.
I find it very amusing to believe the many reasons of frustration vented out my people arround me. From students to senior citizens, hourwives to career women to even my househelp who complains how her life has become so frustrated that she now wants to break open the thatched roof of her house and rebuild it.
The inability to get back at situational and circumstancial demand is how one understands frustration to be. My six year old often screams her lungs out when things refuse to go her way...that is the best way to express herself she tells me when I complain of this newly discovered habit that might slowly get imbibed into the character as she grows up.
Though my better half continues to disagree with me on this one. "The chaos around you is significant that all's well within you," he points out. And my, am I frustrated with this one!
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