recently Leaving our presentation of genetics. We were the top seeds, and we had Hypertension talk: no clear genetic cause, no clear inheritance, and genetic counseling infinite symptoms harmless.
never got to present everything in my speech. At first, I felt it was very fast and I "sat" in time. To me that's a bad thing - as I remember now - because when I'm on stage, the time for me traveling at a negligible rate. That makes me a proficient singer, but a speaker who must fight against time.
Then my friends came out to answer the questions. One said, after a rodeo, which was asked in an appropriate manner, but in my opinion, the teacher of having tried, he could have pushed the error. Thing the teacher if you tried with the second, with a somewhat tricky question using the wrong definition on my part (due to the haste with which I discussed). She misunderstood the question, he went over the side, and was quickly called to respond to what had been asked. She got nervous and said tangent, but falling into the trap.
I feel particularly stupid not to remember my "failure" to explain: I usually do it with infinite time, and therefore, when it comes time, I get a little steeper . But do not punish me more than that, my mood does not change, and I have the experience to 14 days more, which will probably have to expose in
Last partner, if he was nervous at first, then the expected mistake (since the question was to head to this) were disarmed. He left the room with the first, and around, his eyes could not hide that she had cried. His frustration was great, wielding a variety of reasons for his irresponsibility, his sentence was enough. Improved slightly thanks to the benefits of chocolate.
The first, which he got wrong, was beside himself. Angered, the furrowed brow, rude ways, rejected the chocolate I gave, not bail, but as a sample companionship, whatever. His indignation was easy to perceive in the air, and the object were both. Though something told me I was in "danger" of being the central motive.
Finally, at the time, exploded in anger against me. That is sick of my attitude, I can mention bullies all, that whenever I mention the skills I learned in my school insults. I promise to always do things perfectly and never, NEVER, I do so. As usual, she brings out the worst in me. I answer a couple of nonsense, next the teacher, and topped with a phrase that appeals to ridicule his argument to an audience not too crowded. My close commenting on his immaturity - along with the face of "you're queer, Carlos" - and I wonder why I came to work with. After a laugh, I breezed and victorious turn to my seat (just to annoy more), but with a giant question, or more than one question in the spirit a bit restless.
I know my tolerance for defeat, frustration, is scarce. But, rather than low, no, do not encode the word that feeling in me. Maybe that's because of my optimism, my relaxation, even when ad-slides of a disaster. This difficulty does not fit under that definition, of course, but it's still an unpleasant situation. I think my self in this case has to aim farther than it already did, but not by the failure of a relatively insignificant I feel particularly bad. It may be a mistake not to put me sad, but unfortunately, I do not feel bad for a born failure.
Now, on the other hand, my poor fellow, friend, cried for this failure, you may have or feel undue pressure on his shoulders. But is it normal, is normal be high expectations, and succumb to the non-compliance. What I'm going with this statement? A is feeling bad, mourn and everything, because we rest in a tangible way that oppresses us and cleanse us of these faults by crying. Catharsis for a moment, and then, as I expect it to continue fighting.
But my angry little valued partner and ultimately takes fat analysis. While I do not understand what is frustrated (at least at this level), it is simply not tolerated, and is not the first time I show it.
I do not know how high their expectations on me. If you were high, was deluded into believing that a messenger conversation I was the best speaker and the fittest. Now, it may be good, but I'm Ricardo Lagos or less Salvador Allende. Oops, I have to stop naming examples of my school, because she insults him. Sorry.
we are in danger of failing a team, it operates against me, or at least occurs in the work we are involved. I removed the face a thousand and one of my faults, of which I am aware and diligent in disclosing those around me: I'm lazy, procrastinator and others who are packed in these early. But now have more free time, more peace, not having family dramas are my faults, my faults. Always talk about how wonderful I am, how well do things that I did in a tough spot. Anyway, now my whole repertoire of jokes, experiences deterrent, jokes in the latter case, are defects that make me infinitely guilty of all their troubles and failures. I know that self-concept is a bit over my selfish and dangerous in this regard, yet I have never been blind to accept advice from others, their challenges, in order to see if something can change. But to be guilty of the earthquake in Haiti and malaria in Africa for that, no.
I do not know that another expression of intolerance of failure can be. Or at least, I can not identify a better name for it, as always, I can be wrong. But between not knowing, and know not tolerate it and ruin the day for a person (clearly not me), I prefer not knowing. Because at least for me and my kinsmen, the truth of our actions is one. Errare Est Humanum
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