I wonder what you'd feel if you're a lecturer and you witness the number of student attending your lecture dwindle...
Does it bruise your ego?
Does it dampen your spirit and make you ask what the hell are you doing here when nobody gives a shit?
Do you relish in it cos less students means less talking?
Do you grudgingly accept the fact and just keep going?
I guess over time, lecturers just settle with grudging acceptance.
How do they get up in the morning to go to work?
Being a lecturer sucks man.
I wonder what's it like to have a totally, completely honest relationship with your parents.
As in you don't have to hide anything from them. They'd be more like your close buddies instead of authoritative figures in your life.
Like if you smoke, you won't have to hide it. You're gay, you won't hesitate to tell them. You're a cross dresser, they'll know.
You can tell them anything, and they'll understand. Or they try to. And they'll be just what you need at the moment. They'll have just the right amount of support, or firmness, or interest, or advice, or rebuttal.
Oh I wonder how would that be. Close buddies. If my parents and I weren't 40 years apart, would we be more on the same wavelength? Or would things remain the same, as it's an Asian thing wtf?