sometimes it seems life is revolving around other people. everywhere i go... there's other people discussing other people. how that one did this, how that one's so 'charsi' (a common term used for someone who likes to really sweat it out at work), how because of someone, someone had to work some extra hours, extra minutes at times, how one doctors better than the other (might mention here i work as an intern at a medical college hospital) and for all other reasons except their professional skills being taken into account.. blah blah, blah...
truthfully, i am appalled most of the time... how can they just go on the whole day analysing everyone else but themselves. it seems they live out of their bodies... in the lives of others. yet at other times i get a little panicky, since i dont analyse others as much as i do myself, may be i'm the one who's stupid, being the odd one out. at one level i know i'm right somewhere, and at another level it's just another part of the game i don't understand...
truthfully, i am appalled most of the time... how can they just go on the whole day analysing everyone else but themselves. it seems they live out of their bodies... in the lives of others. yet at other times i get a little panicky, since i dont analyse others as much as i do myself, may be i'm the one who's stupid, being the odd one out. at one level i know i'm right somewhere, and at another level it's just another part of the game i don't understand...
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