Midnightletters #15:; What An Unserious Thing

‎Hello everyone, I hope that you are doing very well.

‎It is 11:30 at my end. ‎Sometimes there are things that can make you pissed that are not supposed to make you pissed at all. ‎ ‎For the last two nights, I was just writing, and I wanted to be very fast about it, so I made sure that I waited till night since we only expect light at night these days. ‎As usual, I started jotting down the points I was supposed to write on. I do this so that I will not have to rack my head on what to write, so I jot down the points and then develop them and post the content on the blockchain. ‎ ‎I did all the night chores and made sure that I will not be disturbed by anything when I'm writing. So when it was 10:45, they brought the light, and I was so happy about it. I connected my phone with a charger, and I made sure that it was charging. I wanted to wait till 11:00PM so that I would just write very well. ‎ ‎I took out my jotter and started developing the points I had already written down. I had five points to develop since they told us to write about time management in our group. As I was writing unexpectedly, the light went off. At that point I was thinking that maybe it was one of those nights that they will just take the light and I will bring it back, so I waited for five minutes, and I did not see the light coming back. I got so disorganized at that moment not because my phone was low, but because I just like writing with light in my room. At that point I was so furious, and anyone who talked with me saw the bad side of me. ‎I remember that my sister was surprised to see me reacting like that; she was telling me that I could still write with the light, but since my mind was still telling me that I used to write with light, I was so angry. ‎ ‎After that night, I realized that there are times you just get woken up by something very unserious because the way I was acting and shouting at the people who were at home was very funny. I actually acted like a child.



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