My Gut and I

I have been trying to plan less these days. I have been trying to think less these days. I have been trying not to read and think between the lines. I have been trying use my gut to make decisions. Gut feel, I mean.

I have had many many small talks and lengthy conversations with my boss, Mr obsessed-with-red-socks during these few months in Shanghai. (Err technically he is not my boss anymore). As expected, most of the conversations are littered with work related issues and assholes.

Last evening, we had an extremely long conversation. I told him who I was, what I wanted and what I had been thinking these few months. I was very surprised about the things he said. Never I had felt that he could be so mentally manipulative.

Luckily, my gut-feel offers me that shielding-force-field. I uttered, thank you and sorry.

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