In college, I was living with this Vietnamese immigrant family. And the lady would give me tasty Vietnamese food because she worked at the Asia market. I was drooling but still wanted to refuse. My experience said not to accept things from other people easily. But my mom said “You are just a student. She might just want to be kind, knowing you don't have money.” So I listened to my mom for the first time and took the food. Then the day after, she asked me to watch her 3-year-old kid for an hour. I was fine. The kid loved me. Then, every time she gave me food, the next day she would give me a task to do. I don't mind helping out around the house but I don't like hidden motives. So I just locked the door and let neither the mother or the kid to disturb me. I also stopped listening to my mom ever since.
My landlady's lies are getting tiresome.
They just opened a new Mì Quảng restaurant near my house. Almost as good as the one I often buy. But closer.
Yes. They are, too, word salad machines. Since having a personality means you have coherent rules to live by. Even if the rules are stupid like the ones that obsessive often has. But they change how they feel and what they think every two minutes based on who they interact with that hour. The whole personality is just about mixing words together in a certain order to serve certain temporary purposes without very little thought behind it. So just noise.
My walk is getting ruined again. So inconvenient.
Tired of chatGPT trying so hard to guess what I want to hear. Which reminds me of when I interact with borderline.
Don't worry. They never won even once. They just keep trying because it's free and up for grabs.
Gave my parents a shopping task so they can get off my back for a few days.
I'm having melon for the day. Then I also have grapes as snack.