Train of Thought
"Did you put it in the harddisk?"
"I put it in the flashdisk."
"See? It's not effective!"
I blinked my eyes in response. What? What isn't effective? Surely it was written all over my face that I didn't understand what my friend meant by that. She huffed.
"You're supposed to answer my question with 'no, I didn't' before the flashdisk thing."
I let out a soft "oh..." Then, she focused her gaze on the street again. I followed her. Her comment kept swirling in my mind. Do people really need to speak effectively? Is that the reason why people keep avoiding me and are annoyed with me? Because I don't talk "effectively"? Who determined what is "effective" and what's not? What about--
"OH, SHIT!"
The loud sound of screeching brake filled the evening air and the car stopped abruptly in a violent motion. I nearly hit my head onto the dashboard, but thanks to the seat belt, I managed to keep my head safe from any bump. Briefly I saw a glimpse of a black shadow jumping into the bush on the side of the road.
"Fucking cat!" cursed my friend as she rubbed her red forehead--she continued to mumble for the rest of our ride.
I continued to zip my mouth tight, but I couldn't stop thinking about the cat. Poor cat. It almost became a hit-and-run victim. I was glad it didn't, though, else I wouldn't be able to sleep that night. I would prefer to think about what breakfast should I have in the morning than be haunted by the thought and feeling of guilt of killing and leaving a dead animal down the road.
"I put it in the flashdisk."
"See? It's not effective!"
I blinked my eyes in response. What? What isn't effective? Surely it was written all over my face that I didn't understand what my friend meant by that. She huffed.
"You're supposed to answer my question with 'no, I didn't' before the flashdisk thing."
I let out a soft "oh..." Then, she focused her gaze on the street again. I followed her. Her comment kept swirling in my mind. Do people really need to speak effectively? Is that the reason why people keep avoiding me and are annoyed with me? Because I don't talk "effectively"? Who determined what is "effective" and what's not? What about--
"OH, SHIT!"
The loud sound of screeching brake filled the evening air and the car stopped abruptly in a violent motion. I nearly hit my head onto the dashboard, but thanks to the seat belt, I managed to keep my head safe from any bump. Briefly I saw a glimpse of a black shadow jumping into the bush on the side of the road.
"Fucking cat!" cursed my friend as she rubbed her red forehead--she continued to mumble for the rest of our ride.
I continued to zip my mouth tight, but I couldn't stop thinking about the cat. Poor cat. It almost became a hit-and-run victim. I was glad it didn't, though, else I wouldn't be able to sleep that night. I would prefer to think about what breakfast should I have in the morning than be haunted by the thought and feeling of guilt of killing and leaving a dead animal down the road.
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