The wrestling moves in life.

Man, I just got an earful from my mom half an hour ago. And what bugs me the most is the fact that whatever that she's been keeping bottled up inside and unleashing her wrath regarding something I did a few weeks ago, well, she's right to do so. There were 2 things that I that, at the time, I did without even thinking.

One of them was done out pure stupidity, and the other, well, lets just say was done out pure stupidity as well, but with a pinch of idiocy added to the mix. And half an hour ago, she nagged me in a way that made me feel 3 inches tall.

Stupid, stupid, INSENSITVE me.

It's amazing how life jumps out behind the door and slams you in the face with the chair of reality, y'know? One day you're thinking, hey, screw other people. I dont need you to survive. Screw what they feel or think of me. I dont need them.

But in reality, you do realize that you need people. You need them to survive. You need to know what they feel or think of you. Why? Because thats what basically grounds you and makes you human. It teaches you a lesson that you wont soon forget and maybe, that lesson'll make you a better person.

Be especially critical to what people closest to you think of you. Especially your parents. Dont ever think you're better than them. Ever. Because you never will be. Try beating suffering the hardships of labour, or working 9 to 5 and maybe doing a bit of overtime so you and your siblings could go out for some KFC. Or giving your kids a life that you never had. And ensuring their future is better than yours ever was. Something to think about isnt it?

And your siblings. Be good to them no matter what. Because at the end of the day, no matter how many gazillion friends your have, no matter how many 'friends' you have in your myspace or friendster list, family will stick with your no matter what. There's no 'Delete family member from list' button here, pal.

I know, I know. Some people might say, 'You're 25, for God's sakes. You still getting nagged by your folks, ah?'

Well, sometimes life runs out suddenly and dropkicks you in the face with the feets of humbleness. And you know what, it's not actually that bad. Because at least now you know what you did wrong, why you did wrong and how to not do it in the future. It makes you a better person in some ways. And that cant be bad can it?

I might be the last person on earth to write about how to live life and how to treat people in a way that they're meant to be treated. I'm not exactly Mister Sensitive or Mister Know-It-All. But I do know now that I've been a not-so-good person, and my moms words made me realize it. And I take it to heart. Thanks mums for grounding me. I've been a dickhead. (she's still pretty pissed though.)