I'll share my cookies with you

We all know what a turd of shit forwarded emails are. They annoy me to no end, and I just wish there's a chip connected to my brain and help me clean out my emails just the way I wanted to.. yea, that's a mega lazy bitch talking, but hey, I'm sure we get that feeling every now and then, no? However, (and I NEVER would have imagined myself saying this, but..) I got this rather engaging and share-worthy email the other day, and guess what.. Missy is gonna "forward" it right here..

Life lessons from half a cookie

A young lady was waiting for her flight in the boarding room of an airport.

As she would still need to wait for a few more hours, she decided to buy a book to spend her time. She also bought a packet of cookies.

She sat down in an armchair in the VIP room, to rest and read in peace.

Beside the armchair where the packet of cookies lay, a man sat down in the next seat, opened his magazine and started reading.

When she took out the first cookie, the man took one also. She felt irritated, but she said nothing. She just thought, "What a nerve! If I was in the mood, I'd have punched him for daring!"

For each cookie that she next took, the man took one too. She was infuriated but she didn't want to make a scene.

When only one cookie remained, she thought, "Alright.. let's see what this man would do now?"

Then, the man took the last cookie, divided it in half and gave her one half.

"That's too much!!" she thought. In a huff, she took her book, gathered her belongings and stormed to board the plane.

When she sat down in her seat on the plane, she looked into her purse for her glasses, and, to her surprise, there was her packet of cookies, untouched, unopened!

She realized what happened, and felt so ashamed!

The man had shared his cookies with her, without feeling angered or bitter..

.. yet she had been feeling angry and annoyed, thinking that she was dividing her cookies with him.

And now, there's no chance to explain nor apologize.

There are 3 things in life that you cannot recover.. The stone.. after it's thrown. The word.. after it's said. The time.. after it's past.

A lot of questions came to me when I was reading this email, a myriad of emotions running high. And most of all, a wave of familiarity..

I was reading about myself!!!

I gotta admit that Missy, for one, is an absolute selfish, stubborn and stupid being we call female. This coming from a self-proclaimed feminist must have sounded gold.. but listen to me, will you?

It is true, really, that we females think too much and care too little. By that, I don't mean we don't care about our other half. It's just that, we care about ourselves so much more than them.

I'm gonna risk being paraded along the Walk of Shame, but I'm totally ashamed. Totally.

And I don't mean to condemn every girl out there either. It's probably just me, being spoilt rotten from Day 0.25 onwards.

Baby hubz was right. I complain too much. Though not necessarily agreeing 100% what he says, he does have his good points to note. What is it about me that renders me incapable of seeing my blessings, but almost always frust about life's little details?

I don't know.

All I know is that I'm gonna try to change. It WILL BE HARD, yes. But I'll try. And I'll need barrels and yards of encouragement, support and motivation! And I'd certainly like to know if you females out there experienced this fleeting tingle of guilt before, however short-lived it was.

From now on, I pledge, I will share my cookies with you.