This afternoon, mom told me that a colleague asked her whether I had a girl-friend and wanted to introduce her brother’s daughter to me. I felt weary about it for it’s the third times that she told me such things. Every time, I refused the suggestion firmly and told my mom to answer that it was my business and she didn’t want to interfere in my affairs.

I remember that an elderly friend once said to me that love was selfish. Now I really don’t know why I gave up the opportunities one by one. Perhaps someone may thought that I was self-important. Ok, I don’t care.

Actually I’m afraid that I am a little extremist, I may be overconfident sometimes, also sometimes, I may feel my inferiority.