A/B/O/AB

maybe because i’m the oldest. maybe because i’m a girl. maybe because i’m asian. maybe because i’m japanese. maybe because i’m blood type A. i can’t help but to be sensitive about people’s needs. i’m like a prying creature watching out for any cues that may hint at what he or she wants. i have the need to prevent problems before they happen. the last thing i want is for people to feel uncomfortable around me, go out of their way to help me and have awkward moments with me. i see it as a burden when people do something for me when they could easily use that time to do something else. i hate it  when people have to wait for me – exactly why i like to shop alone. i hate it when i take people’s time away - exactly why i never like to call people. i hate it when people have to do something out of their way - exactly why i never ask people to do something for me. but don't get me wrong. i like it when i hang out with people that like to shop. i like it when people call me instead. i like it when people depend on me for help. babies grow by feeding on milk. i grow by feeding on people’s needs. it’s when i feel most human.

when i’m shopping (by myself) and trying on clothes that don’t fit me (which is usually the case), i can’t seem to just throw the handful of clothes to the workers. i have to individually clip it back to the hanger the way it looked, fold everything like fresh laundry and take it back exactly where i first took them. yes, i know workers are paid to do this, but when i see them folding endless amount of clothes waiting to be put back in place, i can’t seem to let myself increase their load.

another thing, when i’m eating at some fast food restaurant/food court, i can’t seem to just leave my finished food on the table and leave. i have to wipe off the table, dump the finished goods and return the tray. i know this is expected in some countries, but in a place like hong kong where people are abrupt about everything, it really is okay to just leave it for the workers to clean up. but then my inner guilt kicks in and i can’t seem to let it happen. 

there's actually a whole theory about personalities based on different blood types. do you know what you are? if not, go donate blood! it's for a good cause :)