“I consider conversations with people to be mind exercises, but I don’t want to pull a muscle, so I stretch a lot. That’s why I’m constantly either rolling my eyes or yawning.”
― Jarod Kintz, It Occurred to Me.
She walked down the corridor, it seemed endless Juwaher felt a bit annoyed by the way it seemed to take forever for her to start from a new beginning.
She knocked that dark brown door, “Come in!” said a very high pitched voice. she walked into the office and muttered “Good morning”.
“Good morning Juwaher” said a well dressed lady, “I am Sara, please have a seat!”.
“Thank you Ms. sara” Juwaher said, “I’m here regarding my paintings”. “Hm, do you have a sample?” said Sara.
“Yes I do” said Juwaher handing Sara a few samples “These are all of them minimized though”.
“Not bad!” said Sara “I was expecting something WONDERFUL from the way you have been speaking to me on the phone”.
“What do you mean? Is there anything that I can do about it?” Juwaher said feeling a bit disappointed. “Yes sweetie, I will just Email you everything about them NOW!”.
“Thank you” Juwhaer said as she shaked Sara’s hand and was ready to leave.
Juwaher left with a smile plastered on her face, she knew her art is okay, but she didn’t expect it to be “Not Bad”, Good would’ve been nice she thought. As she was driving a popup message appeared on her phone, she just ignored it she knew it was the email and she hates using her phone while driving imagining the danger she would be putting herself through.
Juwaher reached home, got into her Pajamas opened her laptop and started reading that Email, it was full of sarcasm it contained nothing but sarcasm to be honest. She sat down on her bed with her paintings scattered all around the place.
“Sara liked my arts, it’s impossible that they are so wrong, some of what she said is true I can see, but the rest of her Email screamed “I WANT TO KNOCK YOU DOWN” out loud”.
*The thing is always accept sarcasm, take hold of those sarcastic comments you get while doing anything and try to use logic whether you should work on them or not.*
Few years later, Juwaher stood proudly in one of her exhibitions explaining her arts to a lady who was listening passionately, Not knowing that this lady was Sara.