Feng shui failures
So there was actually a second part to my little philosophical blog post from two days ago, but I have decided to leave that for another time. I know there are some people who subscribe to my blog and that in itself is amazing. I’m sure I have lurking readers, much more than my small amount of comments reflect.
Today was a rather uneventful day at work, but I can see that I have improved and I’m starting to plan a bit more effectively and get tasks done on time. I’m so horrid, I write on my resume that I “can meet deadlines” but when I face a challenge, all perception of time goes out the window.
Random fact: Did you know that my second website name was Out The Window? I had that website name from 2003 right through to 2008. In fact, I was going to get out-the-window.org instead of Heartdrops.org but I shot myself for having that thought. Aren’t you glad? :P
My relatives have left. My mum’s been in a bad state, because my uncle (her sister’s husband) was really rotten to her. He humiliated and angered her in front of her sisters, all her sisters who had come to visit us. She was hurt and upset that he insisted everyone go in his car and his son’s (my cousin’s) car, while my mum and dad just transported the luggage to the airport. They aren’t even his siblings, they’re his wife’s. I don’t really want to say much, but he is very big-headed and nasty. At the airport my mum tried to help her sisters with their luggage and made sure that they didn’t check in their extra stuff.
You see, there is a limit to how much baggage you can carry on the plane, but they only check it before you go through to the waiting lounge. You can buy duty-free shit and in the waiting lounge, you can have as many bags as you want and they won’t get checked. My relatives have never been to Australia before so they had a lot of souvenirs and things they’d bought here that they wanted to take back to Indonesia. My uncle decided to be a know-it-all and scare the living shit out of them saying that they would be in big trouble if they took more than the limit. My aunt later phoned my mum when she was in the waiting lounge and was disappointed after seeing that everyone else in the lounge had bags and bags and bags of stuff.
As a result, my parents came home with about 15 bags of stuff that my aunts and uncle and cousin could not take back with them. I already got ticked off at my idiot nasty uncle bitching about my university in front of my dad (and when I was there asked me all about it as if none of that shit happened) when he doesn’t even know anything… so how dare he fucking hurt my mum.
When they had left, I put my room back into its original arrangement – at least, I tried to. My bed is two mattresses on top of each other and I had separated them, so I put them back together. It was so heavy. At that point I couldn’t bothered turning my bed around to its original position against the wall so I kind of left it under the window. I started reading about feng shui and good positions for beds.
The crap thing is that my room isn’t really any good for feng shui. The original position meant that I could not see the door without turning, which is apparently bad because it means you don’t have much control over your life and its direction. It also meant that I couldn’t see much of the room because of the angle. You’re supposed to see as much of your room as possible, have your bed facing the door, and have both sides of the bed accessible, amongst other things.
I don’t really follow feng shui a great deal, but I can tell you this really got me thinking. I wanted to try a different bed position so I popped it under the window. Which, apparently, makes you grumpy and short-tempered, as well as gives you bad dreams. However, at least I can see my door from my bed and I can see most of my room. Ironically, I am already short-tempered. I also had a shitty dream when I slept that night.
Apparently having a window on the left side of your bed is bad, too. Then again, no room is perfect. I have to sacrifice something either way, no matter where I put my bed.
I don’t think I’m going to follow feng shui again. I get more exasperated than usual thinking about where to put things. Next thing I know there’s probably going to be something about bad luck using a laptop at a desk that doesn’t face the door too.